“Mmmmm, I imagine so. I’ve heard not all encounters with her were pleasant, either. But Ianto used his favor from the Wishing Wagon for a song for her, so…” she shrugs lightly, “I do as I am commissioned.” Like any artisan or craftsperson might, unless they had a moral opposition to the person or thing, she imagines. And there are many types of songs… someone not in her favor might find a crude drinking song suddenly howled throughout the taverns, the subject of drunken laughter and ridicule. Not that she’s ever done that exact thing, but it is certainly possible.
“Thank you for your faith, but no - I wear the jewelry, I don’t craft it,” she says with tinkling laughter, throwing more glass shards on the pile and now moving beyond her immediate reach. “They are skilled at looping in tiny buttons, embroidery, and making lace. I can quickly tie up a corset and know how low to curtsy depending on someone’s rank.” Lifting her head up to look at Jigano, a far more deviant expression flits across her face. “And I can make a man feel like a man.” The expression is not to be confused as an expression of interest; it is simply a true statement, another side of her she’s hidden lest the ladies here start to hate her.
That would require their men to be less than loyal, and so far, she’s seen only virtue in the couples. Good for them.
Looking back down to the ground so that she doesn’t cut herself on something sharp, Lily continues. “And yourself? Aside from seeking lore and re-learning about smithwork, what do you do?”
“Thank you for your faith, but no - I wear the jewelry, I don’t craft it,” she says with tinkling laughter, throwing more glass shards on the pile and now moving beyond her immediate reach. “They are skilled at looping in tiny buttons, embroidery, and making lace. I can quickly tie up a corset and know how low to curtsy depending on someone’s rank.” Lifting her head up to look at Jigano, a far more deviant expression flits across her face. “And I can make a man feel like a man.” The expression is not to be confused as an expression of interest; it is simply a true statement, another side of her she’s hidden lest the ladies here start to hate her.
That would require their men to be less than loyal, and so far, she’s seen only virtue in the couples. Good for them.
Looking back down to the ground so that she doesn’t cut herself on something sharp, Lily continues. “And yourself? Aside from seeking lore and re-learning about smithwork, what do you do?”
