Jiao
Your clothes never wear as well the next day
And your hair never falls in quite the same way
You never seem to run out of things to say
And your hair never falls in quite the same way
You never seem to run out of things to say
No? No????? The shock on Jiao's face was clear at Killians apparent gall, her lips moving to try and form the correct combination of words to communicate just how offended she was. But then he saved it and she placed a hand to her chest, huffed out a dramatically relieved huff of air. Of course he was amazed.
"Thanks. You look...good..too." She ventured, speaking mildly so she wouldn't lie. Killian did look good, better than Are anyway...even if he wasn't quite at her level. "I'm Jiao. If you're going to ask for a way through the forest, it's a no. It's all...weird at the moment, and I shouldn't take anyone through." Nibbling anxiously at a nail (a habit she wanted to stop but which always resurfaced) she looked about.
"What's it like being in the...well, there's no barrier anymore, but...in this place?"
