Janice
It was a fairly average day for the mothfolk. A little on the cold side, with it being winter and all, but nothing they couldn't handle. The market was in full swing, vendors standing around in their stalls everywhere, advertising whatever they were selling. It was a great time for people who enjoyed shopping to snatch up some deals, but there was also the opportunity to just meet up and wander around, enjoying the snacks that some places were selling. Io, however, didn't fit into any of those categories.

The moth was pretending to be one of the regular people, sure, wandering around, browsing some goods, even picking up an item here and there to inspect it, but they weren't buying a thing. No, Io was more focused on the things other travellers carried on themselves, from coin purses to jewellery they'd put into their pockets for whatever reason - anything vaguely shiny was quick to disappear from them.

Io was dressed in a manner very unlike them; a tunic with sleeves that covered their arms and a pair of pants, looking almost like a regular person, if it weren't for their head and the fact that they had four arms instead of two. A cloak covered their wings, leaving their head as the center of attention. The mothfolk wore no boots, though, those were still too uncomfortable right now.

It was not a dumb strategy, really. Most people had never seen one of the mothfolk before, and many tended to stare at their head, with the yellow color, large eyes and antennae grabbing a lot of attention. The rest of their body, covered in clothes and by their cloak, didn't draw as much attention, and so while people stared at Io's head, they didn't notice that their belongings were swiftly stolen off them, stored in a bag that Io carried on their back, also hidden beneath the cloak.
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Was it a smart idea to go around, robbing everyone blind? Most definitely not. Io had come here to avoid being persecuted for that very thing - and yet, here they were, committing the exact crime that nearly had them executed. Then again, in a place with so many people, so many shiny things, how could they resist? The rush of adrenaline they felt the moment their hand slipped from someone's pocket, the soft rattling of a coin purse as it landed in their bag, the feeling of a smooth ring in their hand, there was nothing that made Io feel more alive. Even the wildest parties couldn't compare to that feeling.

So, they wandered around, eyes searching for new targets. That woman over there, she could stand to lose a few coins. Or that man, he wouldn't mind losing a few rings, he had plenty of them. The market was busy, Io's bag was slowly filling up, and overall, the moth was having a truly wonderful day.
Dwight
Though the day had not been particularly exciting for Vhun, it had been somewhat productive. In an ideal situation, she would have set up a stand herself, but she had not. There weren't really many garments she sold that weren't made to fit a specific person. Really the only things she made that people were likely to buy on a whim were knitted scarves, shawls and hats. However, the season for purchasing such things had passed. It wouldn't be worth the trouble to make and then store the excess until the next winter season. 

As such, instead of selling, Vhun had elected to shop. Azai had sent her with a list of food the pair needed, and Vhun herself was determined to find some good quality thread and fabric. That, or at the very least some wool of reasonable quality. She could spin it herself. She was quite certain of that. The mothfolk had already set to browsing with her goal in mind, moving at a somewhat leisurely pace, head turning slowly from side to side.

To most individuals, Vhun would have certainly appeared to be quite the strange being. She was mothfolk, and her presence here was certainly out of the ordinary. She was a tall, lanky being, standing five foot nine at the top of her head, with her antennae adding nearly another foot to this height. Her skin was a dark, dusty gray, one that was nearly black, though not as black as her ink colored eyes. This was contrasted by the shock of short white fur-hair that striped down her face from the top of her head to her chin. 

Today, Vhun's outfit was plainer than her typical, though it was far from plain by any standard. Her torso was covered by a white sleeveless high-necked shirt, this being tucked into a brown skirt that stopped halfway down the woman's shins. The remained of her legs were covered by a pair of rather sturdy looking brown boots. The most striking piece of this outfit was, however, the cape-shawl that draped all four of her shoulders. This garment was red-brown and embroidered with a pattern of leaves falling from a vine. The shoulders of the garment had some level of structure to them, and were embroidered with golden brown twining vines. Below and throughout the rest of the garment, darker, orange-brown crumpled leaves were scattered. The colors were all quite similar to one another, and if one wasn't closely, the pattern was easy to miss.

The shawl itself was very long, covering a large triangular portion of the mothfolk's wings. This was intentional, given that Vhun didn't want her wings to be touched. These wings were also quite striking, being black crossed with lines of white. She quite closely resembled a harnessed tiger moth.

At the moment, the woman had settled to investigate a stand full of various dyed yarns and fibers. She appeared to be somewhat in her own world, humming softly to herself as she examined a skein of orange dyed thread.
Janice
Were these people dumb or just really dumb? It was almost trivially easy to steal from them, Io found it difficult to believe. Although, to be fair, their techniques had been honed in the thieves' capital of the world, so it did make some amount of sense that people from other cities were easier to steal from. It made it almost boring, frankly. Where was the thrill of the chase? Almost getting caught, only to make it out by a hair's breadth. Well, whatever, after the fiasco of a couple of days ago, some easy prey didn't hurt. Plus, returning home with a pack full of loot, that was going to make the Commander see Io in a better light, hopefully.

Absently, Io wandered up to a random stall. Maybe it was getting enough for today. Their bag was getting awfully heavy, and the heavier it was, the harder it would be to escape if someone ended up catching them. Well... One or two more, perhaps? What was the worst that could happen?

Io, of course, knew that 'one or two more' would turn into three, and then four, and so on, and so forth. But in a crowd like this, how could they possibly resist? To them, it was like being put in front of a buffet after not having a bite to eat for three days and then being told they weren't allowed to take a single bite. It just didn't make sense. Was Io mentally justifying the stealing? Maybe. Were they in any position to care? No, not really.

Yet another successful heist. Io tucked the shiny ring into their bag, casually sauntering over to another stall. Something to do with fabrics? Well, they didn't really care about what it had or didn't have. What they cared more about, was the customers. They looked around while picking up a spool of black thread, pretending to examine it. It was nigh impossible for outsiders to tell where Io was looking due to the lack of eye movement - something they abused greatly on many occasions, including this one.
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And then, they saw it. Or, well, her. Another mothfolk? Io turned their head, surprised at the sight. Yeah, there, only a few feet away from them, was another of their species. Io's antennae perked up, the right one tilting to the side slightly. It was pretty rare to see one of them out here, wasn't it? What was this person doing here? It was almost tempting to strike up a conversation, but then Io noticed how fancy the other one looked. Such a pretty cloak, Io's simple black one felt rather inadequate. Maybe not, then. The other mothfolk looked like she was some kind of royalty, perhaps, and if there was anything Io didn't want to deal with, it was that.

So, they turned back to the spool of thread, holding the thing in their upper right hand while fiddling with the thread with both left hands. A large scar sat on the palm of their upper left hand, going from the base of their thumb until their pinkie, but judging by how faded it looked, it was fairly old. Io had been planning to move on, but they might actually need some of this thread, there were a few tears in the bottom of their cloak that needed fixing. So, they decided to wait until the shopkeeper approached them, deciding it might also be good to make a legitimate purchase or two.
Dwight
Vhun's attention could only be held by a thing like yarn for so long. It wasn't particularly interesting thing, and once she could establish that the products were of any quality, she could move on. She was going to buy this thread though. It was pretty and it wasn't all that expensive. That was reason enough. She already had purchased the few food items she'd been sent for anyway, and she did need supplies for her business. The mothfolk was halfway through paying for three skeins of yarn when out of the corner of her eye she spotted the other mothfolk.

Excitement buzzed through the creature, her wings even going as far as to give a little twitch as she straightened her spine. It wasn't often that she saw other mothfolk besides Azai, and she was perhaps a bit too excited as such a prospect of conversation. The other was quite beautiful, she thought, their coloration was a lot brighter than Vhun herself, enough so that she was jealous for a brief moment. It didn't matter though. She wondered if this creature was by any chance looking for clothing. They'd look quite lovely in quite a few colors...

That didn't matter though, she had to go say hello. Once her purchases were acquired, Vhun gave a silent nod to the vendor and then turned to stride toward Io. It had been too long since she'd had a chance to speak Ivathi with anyone except her sister, and she was eager to do so.

"Hello!"

Vhun's voice was somewhat low pitched, with a distinct warm tone to it. Her lower set of hands still held three skeins of thread, while her upper hands had excitedly clasped together. 

"I am Vhun. Who are you?"

Maybe she was being a bit too friendly, but she didn't care. She was far too excited about the prospect of meeting another mothfolk dweller of Findara.