Jiao
Jiao dreamt of nothing much inparticular, things that she would only remember later as flickers of her shop, dresses, fabrics she couldn't quite pin down the pattern of. At first, the whisper appeared in her mind, a sudden sound breaking the slow and mixed images of her dreams, but she woke up for the latter half. Wide eyes took in the face above her, shocked for two reasons:
1. She had quite literally just woken up.
2. The face staring at her own was rather pretty.
It had been a while since Jiao had been presented with a girl that made her heart skip a beat, but this one certainly did, even after she had woken her up (oh no, had she been sleeping in an embarrassing way? She straightened up and pulled her dress into a more flattering shape, as if it would help to do it now). "Oh, um-- hello! I..ah..it's not that cold." Usually confident, Jiao laughed awkwardly and sat up, pushing her hair behind her ear.
"Did you...want to use the Shrine?" Maybe she could make a swift getaway if the other Fae was just here to pray.
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
