This One Went to Market

She made dyed the fabric herself? Lily’s face must look rather incredulous as she hears that the woman is an incredibly talent craftsperson. For a moment, she reaches out to touch the dress, but manages to stop herself mid-gesture, as if realizing that she hadn’t asked and it would surely be exceptionally rude. And then, of course, the redhead is painfully aware of her own functional clothing and the winged lady’s critical eye. She blushes ever so slightly. “Clearly,” she quietly agrees, letting her gaze drift upwards, to her angular face and beautiful wings. “I have no skill with fabric, but I can sing and write songs. Would you be willing to trade something…?” she trails off, leaving the question open-ended. She isn’t a great bargainer, but something vaguely competitive rose in Lily and she so desperately wanted something pretty to shine in for her Cabaret’s opening. Jiao lily as if you were on fire from within the moon lives in the lining of your skin