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
"Oh." Jiao sighed, throughly disappointed. Did everything have to link back to the conflicts between Fae and Barrier-folk? To the maze of the woods and the depths of the pit? For once she wanted someone to tell her they were grumpy because of how drab they looked (and here it would be terribly true), not because of the boring and constant issues between the two races.
But he asked her about it and she didn't want to leave, not just yet, in case this became promising. "I do, yes. Or at least...I do, if they've gone missing the way I think they have. They might just have gotten distracted!" As much as she wanted to believe his friends could have been taken off-path by a pretty leaf or an alluring bird, she knew that wasn't the case: they were most likely the people in the pit.
"Maybe so I can help you better, you should describe your friends. And...what I'll get for it." She smiled just a little, eyes glinting as she looked at him from the corner of her eyes.
