Jill looked in the direction of the forest and let out an [i]ohh[/i] before listening to what else Brandon had to say. She wondered why he was living at a clearing instead of the town like everybody else but then decided that it probably had something to do with his "business". When it was her turn to describe what she did, Jill didnt' hold back at all in the beginning.
[color=orange]"Well I'm a seamstress. I put together dresses for parties, fix up hats, that sort of a thing. It can get mundane at times but at least I make enough money." [/color] Jill started, realizing how it wasn't really a job that she had been proud of so far. She was awfully slow and would sometimes procrastinate and end up with a pile of half-finished pieces and others that were stitched to the wrong sizes; and then she would scream. She was grateful for it, however.

[color=orange] "It may not be the best job, but it helped me move out into my own place. Faar from my siblings"[/color] Jill added, with a sigh of relief. She would have vented more about her family if she didn't know better. From past experience, Jill had learnt that people found it very off-putting when she kept on ranting about her family problems and she wasn't going to scare away a potential friend with that mistake again. She redirected the discussion towards Brandon. [color=orange]"So do you live alone as well?"[/color] Jill inquired.

Before she could listen to what he had to say, Jill was startled by a racing figure that sped past her; and then to her amusement, jogged back to give her a flower.
[color=orange]"Why,thank you!"[/color] was all Jill managed before accepting the flower. Modesty was an alien concept to Jill and there wasn't a shy bone in her body, but she was still a bit surprised by the sudden happening of things. Before she could say anything else, another man, and an angry one at that, caught up with the boy who barely escaped his attack before running off again , waving as he did so. A very confused Jill reciprocated the wave, before the figure was gone. Jill stared into the distance, only now focusing on the trinket that had flashed before her eyes momentarily. It reminded her of her own ring and Jill flexed her fingers, reflecting the pale afternoon sunlight off the ring.


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