#trejani

This question makes the scrawny rag-wrapped urchin laugh, and the laugh lines and crow’s feet give away her true age. “Well, a good start would be to get the hell out of King’s Landing. Not many people around here make a real livin’ unless they’re whores or royalty, though half the time y'can’t tell a difference." The tiny woman snorts and lifts a hand to adjust her hood back up and over her head, "Course, learnin’ to get good at what goes ‘bump’ in th'night and havin’ quick fingers goes a long way. Not gettin’ caught and keeping your hands and head go a lot longer way.”

“Needs to grow a backbone and get rid of toxic folks in her life. Sad as it may be, these sorts of things need doing. Can’t heal if you’ve still got the poison seeping into your blood after all. Purging it hurts the worst, but then things can heal. She’s got a good head on her too, just needs to stop over thinkin-I KNOW SHUT UP- things so she can start moving forward. … Also she needs to understand that it is going to be hard going forward. Life’s rough. Some things make it worth the effort though.” She smiles and wraps the golden chain that hangs around her neck around her finger. 

Trejani and I are the mostly serious of space goats..... seriously sexy.

It's really not Joey's fault that she can't cook. Or maybe it is, who knows? She tries, and it's all going well, then BAM! Everything's on fire. You think she was joking when she said she set a bowl of cereal on fire? Dead serious, and she still has no idea to this day how it happened. It just... happens. If by some miracle she doesn't burn everything, it's otherwise inedible for some reason or another. It makes you wonder how her siblings survived childhood with her being the one to do the bulk of the cooking... but then again I guess there's only so much you can do to fuck up mudwater and cabbage.