Jiao
Zariah didn't seem to be a woman of many words, but it seemed from the way she took the furs and looked them over that Jiao's gift had been accepted. She beamed, waiting for praise for her sewing, but none came. After a moment she sighed and wished she'd brought her lesser quality furs, for all the joy Zariah seemed to get from them.
"It doesn't look very hospitable, no..." She admitted as she peered around Zariah, looking at the sharp mountains and blizzard, pulling her cloak so tightly around her arms they began to go a little numb. Still, she wouldn't be defeated so easily. Cheerily she turned to Zariah and asked: "So how do I get to town? Is there a town?"
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
