Jael knew that the morning would leave her with time to kill. The drovers were running behind-- when was working with livestock ever easy? Halo had been kind to her, and taken the time to answer her questions... may as well. Even if it wasn't a skill that she was super keen on, knowing was better than not knowing, right? Halo's classroom provided some shelter, some respite, from the anxieties generated by market days.
The scrutiny of the Armada guards never did seem to ease up, that red and white woman still watching after Jael like she was going to try to steal something. Not like she's going to let her guard down around the Fatalis family, but this? It feels silly.
Halo's setup, a classroom behind her booth, is easy enough to find. Inviting, smelling like lavender and honey. It's a bit of respite, and she's grateful for it. Jael offered the woman a soft smile and a good morning to the pale woman, setting her heavy pack in the corner. Settling at her station, she gave the lump of clay an interested poke and squish. The texture was funny, but not unpleasant. Neat.
J A E L
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As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
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