I’m not an artist I’m a fucking work of art
Tulmhainar, Afanc, Morgen... Jack didn't really care beyond the curiosity that came with a need for new and interesting tales on long voyages. And it sounded as though Jiao knew about them in detail - and Saiden definitely wanted to know - so it could fucking wait as far as he was concerned. Snorting at the Fae, Jack raised an eyebrow at Saiden. "He barely dresses at all," he said, as if wondering what 'cool captain' image she had in her head. "An' if only you were silent as a statue, eh?" This he said to Saiden, along with a lopsided grin.
That Jiao asked to join was better than he could have hoped. Yes, yes, there was another woman on board, but... hey, whatever. The Fae could fly. That was useful (especially when needing to deposit goods and not leave bastard footprints on the sand). "Now that's a fine idea," he said, like it had been hers all along. "I assure you madam - life on The Ark is anything but borin'."
With that he headed away, intent on giving her said tour of the ship. Saiden would, presumably, talk her ear off the entire way as well.
That Jiao asked to join was better than he could have hoped. Yes, yes, there was another woman on board, but... hey, whatever. The Fae could fly. That was useful (especially when needing to deposit goods and not leave bastard footprints on the sand). "Now that's a fine idea," he said, like it had been hers all along. "I assure you madam - life on The Ark is anything but borin'."
With that he headed away, intent on giving her said tour of the ship. Saiden would, presumably, talk her ear off the entire way as well.
