With the Longheat days stretching out longer now, the peak of the season truly here, Jiao was finding business quite easy. People wanted clothing with as little fabric as possible in fun, bright colours. She could sell crop tops and tiny skirts by the dozen in the day, and spend her evenings working on more elaborate pieces for more elaborate occasions and colder seasons to come.
And while she was still irritated at the Outlanders, at the Barrierfolk...Jigano had proven himself to be decent enough, so she found it hard to keep that flame of anger alive in her heart. Heck, she felt so good she was humming to herself as she worked, sewing a golden flower into the sleeve of a dress she was making, delicate red and orange hues shining in the fabric.
The door was open to let in a breeze and she occasionally looked up to smile at the Fae wandering past (though made a face to herself after some of them were back behind the wall. She had a lot of opinions).
Suddenly, a larger gust of wind blew in and knocked over a bowl of pins and scissors she had by the door, scattering them outside onto the step. With a little irritated cry, Jiao dropped her work and flitted forward to gather them, crouching down in the doorway with the pins rolling all over the path.
Jiao
And the bittersweet of every new defeat
Is I'm stronger than before
