Jiao
Despite the fact that she loved it, Jiao rarely came to the observatory. Maybe it was to keep it special, a rare treat that made the days she visited feel like periods of inspiration rather than simple routine. For she truly did love it; to see the stars was to feel the only inklings of spirituality she ever did - the only place she regularly prayed was the shrine here.
After her prayers she had sat, staring up at the sky. She didn't really know what she was waiting for - a sky whale, perhaps. But she was content to just sit and stare, mind for once blissfully blank. No ideas for dresses, no judgements for her neighbours or thoughts on the humans.
Just...staring, and sitting, and staring....and...
Jiao fell asleep so gradually she didn't realise it was happening, but sure enough she eventually was laid on the floor of the observatory, starlight illuminating the green shine on her dress (which was beautiful enough to almost distract from the fact she had her mouth open, a soft snoring echoing around the serene enviroment).
Tired little laughs,
gold lie promises,
gold lie promises,
We'll always win at this,
I don't ever think about death
I don't ever think about death
