Fairspell Meadow trying to find tomorrow and ease in, til you dive in

little piles of rubble rose here and there. qiao paused from her dirtwork as she heard footsteps behind her. a lean thing, carved like a glacier with dubloon-gold eyes that held no softness within them.

she straightened up upon hearing his voice, her expression cold as she saw the lingering of a sneer hanging off his long nose. "whatever you speak, i do not know it." her voice held a matronly calm tinged in something darker. her chin lifted. "even with that handicap, you could be useful. you know how to dig, yes?" qiao pantomimed dig with a flourish of her thin legs, then she returned to the earth with eyes kept upon the stranger.