Shawn
It seemed that Vhun was not intimidated in the least by Aria's display, in fact, though it wasn't clear on her face, she quite understood what she was doing. Vhun herself was winged, and though their wings were quite different from one another, she did suppose that there had to be some shared traits. It was quite likely that the both of them suffered some level of irritation when holding their wings in an awkward or tense position for too long.

Instead of commenting on this, the mothfolk allowed her own wings to spread open, stretching. They were far less impressive than Aria's, Vhun thought, but that didn't mean they weren't something. She had four of them, like a moth would, two larger forewings and two smaller hind wings. These wings were by no means as long as Aria's, but rather seemed to be built like sails. Certainly she was nimble, but she was almost arrow-shaped. The forewings were far more interesting in appearance than the hind, being a lovely inky black crossed with lines of white. The hind wings were quite different, being a red orange that faded in color as they fanned out from her body, the edges of her wings being lined with sharp dark shapes that almost looked painted on.

She gave a small nod in response to the woman's answer. Just Aasimar? Really? Perhaps they really did get that tall. She hadn't seen all too many Aasimar in her years anyway. Though Vhun was considered an adult by the standards of her species, she was more than aware that many would consider her a child. She just hadn't lived as long as they had.

The woman held up a hand for a long moment, and then set to rummaging in the small satchel that sat at her waist with her lower set of hands. Screw the cards. They weren't helping. A small bag, presumably for the cards, was produced. The cards were quickly stuffed into their pouch and then into the satchel, being traded for a small leather-bound book and a charcoal pencil.

The hand lowered.

*Sorry. Cards are not in order. I do not want to be rude. Could you explain more about what was behind me? It was nothing I've ever seen before. I know it is off topic.*

The book was quickly flipped back to Aria as she finished writing. The handwriting was just as neat as it had been on the cards, though it did wander somewhat crookedly across the page, this being a symptom of her quick writing.
Eva
Aria was glad that her stretch hadn't intimidated the Mothfolk - in fact, Vhun seemed to mimic her somewhat, stretching her own wings. The Aasimar couldn't help it, she looked upon them with some amount of interest, admiration, even. They were quite beautiful, she couldn't deny that, far more varied in color than her own, which were simple and pure white. She couldn't help but wonder what the other's would feel like to the touch. Of course, Aria's wings were quite soft, even serving as makeshift blankets sometimes if she really needed them to.

When Vhun held up a hand, presumably to signal her to wait, Aria turned her gaze to the market, just checking if there was anything dangerous going on, if she should intervene. Luckily, everything seemed to be going right for now, and she didn't even see any suspicious activity from the people. Perhaps her earlier display of strength had scared them? That wouldn't be entirely unexpected. She couldn't help it, for a moment, a hint of a smile danced around her lips. It seemed that she was doing something good then anyway.

Looking back to Vhun, Aria found that she was now holding a small book and a pencil. The only thing she could assume was that it was to write with. Did she have a question that wasn't in the cards? She supposed that was the major downside of using that way of communicating. Still, it was a downside that was easily solved, simply by writing - which was indeed what happened.

Aria was glad that the handwriting was neat, not particularly minding the crookedness as long as the letters were clear enough. There were some peoples' handwriting that she could not decipher at all - though she supposed it would make sense that the Mothfolk had put some effort into writing clearly, with it seeming to be one of her main methods of communicating with those that didn't speak her language.
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"I understand," Aria commented with a nod. She supposed it wasn't the easiest question to ask with the prepared cards - how often did one get in these kinds of situations, after all? "I am uncertain as to what they are actually called. I have been referring to them as 'Shades', because they are like shadows come to life." Simple and straightforward as always. "I do not know what causes them to appear, but as I have not seen them elsewhere, I believe they are a regional species. From my observations, they attempt to hide in one's shadow, and then attempt to drag one inside the shadow. However, they are not particularly difficult to combat. They fear light, and are easily destroyed with sharp weapons, or a bright light." The easiest way to defeat something coming from one's shadow was to not have a shadow at all, after all. "Does that sufficiently answer your question?" She was quite willing to give information, it seemed.
Shawn
Vhun kept her wings open, noting Aria's eyes on them. There was nothing about them she was ashamed of, and if Aria wanted to look, she saw no issue with that. It was better than her touching them without permission like many did. Though Vhun was quite certain her wings had enough scales to last more than a lifetime, she didn't appreciate people poking at them.

*Shades. How odd. Do you know what other people call them? Are they rare?*

This was written as quickly as Vhun could manage. It seemed she had more questions. She had to imagine that someone else had seen them before. It would be quite suspicious if nobody else had, in truth. What were the odds that creatures of darkness only appeared around someone who was more than capable of defeating them? It didn't make any sense. 

The woman's wings fluttered lightly as she thought for a long moment. She didn't want to be annoying, but she was rather interested in this woman, if for no other reason than the fact that she was in front of her. Her hand tightened on the pencil, thinking about what she wanted to write next. It was situations like these that made Vhun realize her attempts at predicting conversational routes was largely futile.

*Is there a way to avoid them?*

This was a safe question, she thought, given that she didn't know what else to ask. This conversation was one that could get awkward quickly, she knew, especially given that it seemed they were just about one awkward lull from just staring at each other in dead silence.