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
Jiao couldn't help but giggle at the growling, angry tone of voice Deimos turned to; partly a reaction of fear but also because his sheer aggression was so amusing to her in the full context of what was happening. Gosh, perhaps this was why Delah and her cronies did things their way, to bring such funny reactions out of strange humans.
"To Tulmhainar. He's gonna be so excited at all the new food." She nodded. "But I can't tell you anymore than that. After all, surprises are fun, right? And what point is a rescue mission where you know if you'll find a corpse or not? It's all in the mystery." This was a survival tactic. The Fae could not lie, which meant choosing words that fit around the truth, cutting stories short.
"Soooooo how about you just owe me a favour for that, and I'll be on my way?"
