Jill regarda dans la direction de la forêt et laissa sortir un ohh avant d'écouter ce que Brandon avait à dire d'autre. Elle se demande pourquoi il vivait dans une clairière au lieu de la ville comme tout le monde mais décide ensuite que cela a probablement quelque chose à voir avec son "entreprise". Quand c'était son tour de décrire ce qu'elle a fait, Jill ne s'est pas retenue du tout au début.
"Je suis couturière. J'ai mis des robes pour les fêtes, des chapeaux, ce genre de chose. Il peut devenir banal parfois, mais au moins je gagne assez d'argent."  Jill a commencé, se rendant compte que ce n'était pas vraiment un travail dont elle était fière jusqu'à présent. Elle était terriblement lente et parfois procrastinait et se retrouvait avec un tas de pièces à moitié finies et d'autres qui étaient cousues aux mauvaises tailles; et puis elle criait. Elle en était cependant reconnaissante.
 « Ce n'est peut-être pas le meilleur travail, mais cela m'a aidé à déménager chez moi. Faar de mes frères et sœurs" Jill a ajouté, avec un soupir de soulagement. Elle en aurait plus parlé de sa famille si elle ne savait pas mieux. D'après l'expérience passée, Jill avait appris que les gens l'avaient trouvé très offensant quand elle a continué à courir sur ses problèmes familiaux et elle n'allait pas effrayer une amie potentielle avec cette erreur à nouveau. Elle a redirigé la discussion vers Brandon. -- Vous vivez donc seul aussi? Jill a demandé.
Avant de pouvoir écouter ce qu'il avait à dire, Jill a été surpris par une figure de course qui l'a dépassée ; puis à son amusement, a bougé de nouveau pour lui donner une fleur.
"Pourquoi, merci!" était tout Jill géré avant d'accepter la fleur. La modestie était un concept extraterrestre pour Jill et il n'y avait pas un os timide dans son corps, mais elle était encore un peu surprise par l'arrivée soudaine des choses. Avant qu'elle ne puisse dire quoi que ce soit d'autre, un autre homme, et un en colère à ce sujet, a rattrapé le garçon qui a à peine échappé à son attaque avant de s'enfuir à nouveau, agitant comme il l'a fait. Une Jill très confuse a reciproqué la vague, avant que la figure n'ait disparu. Jill regarda dans la distance, seulement maintenant se concentrant sur la bifurcation qui avait clignoté devant ses yeux momentanément. Il lui rappelait sa propre bague et Jill fléchissait les doigts, reflétant la pâle lumière du soleil de l'après-midi de l'anneau.
Name: Jill Wayland
Age: 19
Occupation:  Seamstress
Ring: Orange
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Biography:
Jill grew up on the outskirts of the capital where her parents and 4 sisters lived in a cozy house next to an inn that her family had owned for generations. Jill's father Luke Wayland, was a travelling merchant who was often absent from family events and her mother, a reputed teacher in the neighborhood, had to bear the burdens of parenthood mostly by herself.Luke Wayland's business involved exquisite finds from faraway and he often frequented the houses of high nobles, who were usually the only ones around with both the money and time to fawn over trinkets, uncut gems and the like. Although his presence was often missed, good business meant that the family lived quite comfortably with not much to complain about.Jill had a lukewarm childhood, with not much struggles save for the constant need to define herself as an individual different from her sisters. As the child right in between, she had neither the elegance of her sophisticated elder sisters nor the charm of her younger, amiable sisters.However, as she grew older, Jill's focus shifted towards getting better at the things she was good at rather than wait for people to acknowledge her a person. Jill helped her mother with the inn and by spending time with the various lodgers, Jill had picked up quite a set of skills. She learnt how to sew and was decent at art and painting as well.
However, with good things Jill also picked up a few bad things at the inn. Unknown to her family, she had become a habitual gambler. It began with fun games at first but it soon turned into a near addiction for her. She was always up for a bet and when the habitants of inn refused to feed her hobby she turned to pubs and the marketplaces. Over time, Jill got crafty enough to win most of her gambles and no cheap trick was beyond her. Countless victories made her overconfident and Jill even took on proclaimed witches and royal subjects. During one of her similar outings she had put on stake her father's most recent treasures: a handful of pearls and a crown of rare gems in exchange for an angel figurine from a young woman, Leslie, who unknown to Jill, happened to be the daughter of a merchant as well. When she was about to return with her winnings, Jill noticed an orange ring on the angel's left hand. Leslie, who had also just noticed the ring, pleaded with Jill to return it,for she had forgotten to remove the ring. Leslie's pleas fell on deaf ears and Jill ignored her even when she told her about how the ring mattered a lot to her father. Jill's victories were but short-lived. When Leslie confessed to her father, news of the figurine soon reached Luke as well. The family finally figured out where Jill's allowances were disappearing and she was persuaded to give up gambling. Jill begrudgingly agreed, on one condition: she wasn't going to return anything she had won until now.
3 years later, Jill became a seamstress and moved out of her house when she began to earn enough to take care of herself.Without her family's interference, she has fallen back into her habit of gambling; although its now longer as big of a problem as it was in the past. Jill's not sure of whether she has really found her calling yet, but atleast her earnings mean that she can fund her habit for now.