JIAO
Longnight was so boring. No one wanted to do anything except wait the time out and all the humans were busy trying not to die or something. Whatever the reason, no one was buying Jiao's clothes. She had to keep them nice, though. A couple of days into Longnight, she decided to leave her comfortable bed behind her shop and dust her wares, make sure they were not laid in a way that would leave them creased when the sun came up. This time of year was awful for moths, the bane of her existence.
Once all of the clothes were looked after and cleaned, she glanced outside her door. Absolute darkness, as to be expected. Truthfully, she found it depressing. She wasn't sure what compelled her to do it, but she found herself lighting a small lantern, one with green glass that reflected beautiful turquoise patterns across the wall.
After her meeting with Safrin, she had had somewhat of a return of faith. Bowing her head, Jiao mumbled a prayer, asking for protection from any Gods that were listening.
Leave all of my regrets to sink like shipwrecks
Through oceans dark
Through oceans dark
