Jiao nodded as Kheelan explained. She supposed it made sense; recently she had learnt numerous times that she was quick to judge on appearances and first impressions, that she would build a whole idea of a person before they'd even managed to show themselves and assume her version to be the truth. Letting go of it was difficult.
"...Have you ever killed someone?" She asked. She had not yet learnt to be tactful.
His question made her tilt her head from side to side, unsure. While the shop was never quiet, it was not a particularly busy week. She had things to do, but she enjoyed her work; it was only a pain when she had to make something in a boring colour or for someone she didn't care for. "There is a lot of work in it, but...I enjoy doing it. I've been working on making clothes for Deepfrost at the moment. Everyone suddenly wants to wear thick, heavy things in dull colours. But I say no! Let's wear thick heavy things in nice colours. Why not, right?"
Jiao
And the bittersweet of every new defeat
Is I'm stronger than before
