Jiao
"I heard someone say there was going to be plenty this week." Jiao smiled, tucking her skirts neatly beneath her legs, very pleased indeed with how this conversation was going.
Nephele's hair was indeed beautiful; Jiao had always had hair that looked fine without her doing anything to it, so she was accustomed to leaving it be, long black lines framing her face. Perhaps they could have an equal exchange, Jiao measuring Nephele for intimately fitting clothes if Nephele would run her fingers through Jiao's hair. "You could come by anytime. With such a pretty face I think I'll have plenty that'll suit you."
"Oh, a botanist? That must be interesting. Sell a tincture to me." She requested, chin in her hands and a cheeky smile on her lips.
As for praying... "No. I don't pray much at all. But I did just speak to Safrin." Jiao told Nephele proudly, clearly thrilled at having spoken to the Goddess.
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
