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Grump grump grump, there was no law that said being one with the world meant he couldn't have his own complaints. The horseboil tried not to pout while he pulled the fabric taut over his workplace. "The tree has no control over when the leaves fall, but can only replace the lost leaves when the spring thaw comes." he chided back, rifling through a pile of loose fur swatches and picking through them.

occasionally there would be one that catch his eye, a little squint of the eye and it being returned back to the pile for one that was even better. He was going to find the right one. There was always the chance that its owner may not appreciate it, but he knew that both his sister and himself would not do a half assed job on their craft. No matter how impatient the client. He gave his sister a haughty look before shrugging his shoulders and returning back to the search. "I know not dear sister." he said with a sigh, the right swatch was in his grasp. a wonderful blend of the tones of fur trim colors that got the seal of approval from him.

Though he was sure his uppity sister might make a complaint for the heck out of it. "Maybe they enjoy celebrate the act of murder more than we ever could. " a pause bloated between them. "Or maybe they are..... what is the word? Kinky?"

Jing knew he was going to have to adhere his former fur choice to his sisters forehead when she went to sleep. Just so she could see the brilliance of his own choice in the mirror. she would recognize it eventually, for now, the boil let out a listless sigh and casually tossed his choice in the side bin of his workspace, his sisters choice would have to suffice.

The chirping of his sisters voice flitted through the air once again, scolding as always. "Yes mother, fine mother." he sighed once again. "When they enter our above, i'll be sure to greet them with a smile and a honeyed tongue." he declared with a pause to begin his own work or repair and blending in the swatch. "But seeing as they are not looming over my neck like my dear Ying, I see no reason not to act like gossiping foals in the meadow of youth."

Jing made it a practice to keep his emotions off his face. To always stay as neutral as possible. But the thought of having to wash his elderly sister if she became an old mare made him screw up his face into one heinous scowl. The concept that if that should happen, that he too wold be just as old and feeble didn't cross his mind.

"No that will have to be the duty of your wonderful stallion that you will marry in order to continue the line." he reminded his sister with a tut and a twitch of his eyebrow.

"Oh Joy." Jing managed to eek out in mock enthusiasm as he finished up the patch job in the fur.

"That means i will have to hold a meeting of possible suitors for you. you must bring honor to us all after all."

Jing however was already deep in thought on who should attend the "Date my sister" party. What to serve? "Honor must be preserved." Jing insisted again to his sister.


Maybe a nice vegetable dip spread.

All the little garments had been placed in a folded pile, the patterned wrapping cloth of their brand underneath and folded up to make the parcel after a moment or two with him fussing at the knot. "I still think the paper is a foolish idea when we can use these printed linens with our logo on them." he complained again, trying to get the ghoul to look over and see the prepared parcel. "I mean look at this and the order should be in the client book, its logged."

Being his sisters assistant and secretary as well as brother. It was a thankless job.

-hot stallion looking for some cloth-

"Yes we shall, it will be a fine day when we can work with that caliber of textile again." the horseboil Jing stated with a forlorn sigh. The memories to the enchanting fabric and the way it felt, oh how he missed it.

one day, when a client came with the right amount of tokens. one day he kept repeating to himself. It was time to deliver the parcels, giving his sister a look that said. No you are doing it this time. 'Its only right that I deliver mine, and see their smiling face when i present it to them."

He was just sure they were going to get it mauled and he would have to repair the poor item again, bringing it back from scraps to working order.

Jing did not give a wit that his sister was running out the door, the horse boil was happy with his own pace, walking out the door. "There is a reason why you don't cook, and its not out of honor." he chided softly. and Ying was off like a lightning bolt.

This was what life was like for the artisans of Zheng.