Eva
"I do not know what others call them, no." Saying those words, Aria realized that might sound slightly suspicious. If she was the only one to have heard of them, ever, then it might be suspected that she was the one making them appear - a ridiculous thought, in her eyes, but one that might make sense in a stranger's mind, someone who didn't know her. "However, that is simply because I do not converse with people very often, and they rarely appear in areas that are crowded."

It was a nice segue into Vhun's next question, which Aria answered as well with her usual honesty, hoping that by doing so, she might get this woman to trust in her somewhat - the Aasimar meant no harm, after all. "They are decently common at night, but even then, I have never seen one appear here. From what I have seen, they appear more commonly in caves and swamps, away from the city. Frankly, I am uncertain as to what compelled one to attack you right here, right now." Aria made a careful mental note to investigate that later.

Unfortunately for both of them, the paladin was far from a good conversationalist. Sure, she answered the questions she was asked truthfully, but she didn't ask any of her own, even though she clearly had some. She simply didn't believe it was her place to ask right now, and she rarely asked questions unless given explicit permission to do so.

"They are scared off by light sources, usually. Carrying a lamp on your person should be sufficient." Aria couldn't help but wonder, were Mothfolk attracted to lamps just like real moths? She didn't feel like that would be true, but it certainly could be, she didn't know too much about them. "And like I mentioned earlier, they do not appear in cities all that often. Frankly, it is my belief that you will not encounter another one here, unless you decide to depart into the swamps."
Shawn
If Vhun's eyes were capable of narrowing, they would have. She really didn't know whether or not she should believe this person. Was this some elaborate attempt to find a conversation? She was starting to lean toward that, especially given that this woman claimed to never have spoken to another about these creatures. Wasn't it most efficient to hunt in groups, especially if these creatures were everywhere...

*I see.*

This was all Vhun wrote, though she did not lower her pencil. Her grip on the book tightened, head gaining a very small tilt. She wasn't sure what else to say here, given that this strange individual didn't seem all that interested in conversing. Really, it felt more like Vhun herself was interrogating this woman. Or rather, she was attempting to interrogate her in the interest of avoiding an awkward conversational lull. Truly, she wasn't interested in continuing to discuss these beings.

*Good to know.*

A lamp? Really? Vhun didn't often find herself in need of carrying a light source, given that she found herself quite capable of seeing in the dark if need be. However, the mothfolk wasn't all too worried about this. She was fairly certain that these things couldn't fly, and if they lived in her shadow, she was pretty sure that if she got high enough off the ground, she wouldn't cast very much of a shadow at all. That seemed like a way to avoid the trouble altogether.
Eva
The Aasimar woman watched Vhun write, not saying a word herself. It really did feel like an interrogation, but she didn't mind it. These were questions that she knew the answer to, questions that had only one answer, that she didn't have to think about too much, that weren't too personal. It was her preferred type of question, and she was hoping that the Mothfolk would stick to those. Of course, were she to ask about something else, Aria would answer her with her signature honesty, though she might be far less comfortable with those sorts of questions.

She really did wish the other's expression was more readable. Aria found it quite difficult to pin down what she was thinking, something that she had far less trouble with when conversing with those of most other species. She wondered if Vhun felt similarly about her, Aria had been told that she was hard to read many times in the past. She didn't mind that very much.

"I suppose, in your case, you might also want to consider flying away," Aria added after a moment. "To be frank, I rarely converse with those that can fly, so the thought was not on the forefront of my mind. I myself prefer to fight over running away." And she hadn't lost a real fight in the past two decades at least. A few sparring matches here and there, but nothing of any consequence. "Either way, they cannot fly. They must stick to the shadows, as they perish upon leaving them."
Shawn
Vhun didn't know what else to say, or rather, write. She'd set her pencil down on her book by now, both hands now being used to hold up said book. This was perhaps a sign to Aria that Vhun was no longer, at least to her own perception, going to carry the conversation. She was out of questions, and after all, Aria had asked *Her* To follow her to keep talking. Certainly she had something she wanted to say.

Her head tilted up further toward Aria, gaze settling on her face. She wondered what it was like to have a face that showed so much emotion. Though she couldn't tell exactly what this woman was feeling, she had to believe that those who spent more time around her certainly would. The mothfolk continued to nod along as she spoke. So they'd had the same thought. That was something. Wings were a useful thing, really.

Slowly, Vhun's head fell into a tilt. Was she attempting to be rude about Vhun's previous actions? Or just trying to establish herself as some kind of combatant? Truly, the mothfolk really couldn't have cared less if she was a great warrior. She just found this entire interaction to be incredibly strange.

*Good to know.*

She circled the previously written statement, thinking for a moment.

*So that is what you were doing here? Just waiting for them to show up? Are you sure they don't follow you?*
Eva
For a few moments, Aria thought that Vhun might be working on leaving. She seemed to have run out of questions, and was there really any reason for the two of them to converse after that? She considered apologizing again, but discarded the idea, feeling like she had done so plenty of times, and at this point, it might start to annoy the Mothfolk.

The reason that Aria had mentioned her way of dealing with the shades was simply because she felt it made sense in that context. She wasn't trying to brag or anything, and she felt Vhun had already gotten the impression that she was at least decent at fighting from the events of earlier.

Surprisingly, she saw the Mothfolk write again, and read over her statement curiously. "No, I was simply watching over the market." Actually... She might want to elaborate some on that. This conversation was quite pleasant, and Aria felt that she might want to put some effort into continuing it.

"I travelled to this city a few days back because I believe my Goddess has instructed me to do so. She told me as such in a dream, where..." For once, her voice trailed off, and Aria hesitated, clearing her throat, her wings shifting somewhat, discomfort clear from her expression. "The details are irrelevant. Either way, upon arriving here, I was told by several locals that they have been terrorized by monstrosities coming from the nearby swamp. Since I believe that is the most likely thing my Goddess wants me to do, I have been going in there for the past few days and combating whatever enemies may stray upon my path."

A pause as she brought her left hand to her chest, where the pendant of her necklace hung, although it was hidden beneath her armor. Aria didn't mind, she knew it was there and that was good enough for her. "However, even I require rest, so today is my day off, one could say. I cannot sit still doing nothing, though, so I decided to spend my day keeping watch here. I suppose it was a good thing that I did."
Shawn
Vhun stared quietly at Aria. The woman's answer had spawned more questions in the mothfolk, but for now she didn't voice them. There was no reason to. The idea that one would make choices based on dreams was utterly foreign to her. The woman didn't seem unstable though. Maybe she really was speaking to her goddess. It was sort of odd that a goddess would care this much though. Maybe these creatures posed some kind of threat, or more likely, were an annoyance to this deity?

*What does your goddess have to do with these things?*

It was a question that would be quite easy for her to misinterpret, Vhun realized, given that the woman had already given a fairly in-depth explanation. Given that she wasn't speaking out loud, and that she'd have to write a good bit more to elaborate, she'd just have to hope that her question wouldn't make her seem like she wasn't listening.

*This is rest to you?*

Even without the use of her voice, one could sense the judgement rolling off of Vhun. It wasn't necessarily hateful, but rather something akin to concern. Her free set of hands had set to fiddling with her shawl, the mothfolk trying to figure out what she wanted to say next. It still felt like she was, to some extent, interrogating this woman. It was likely the discomfort could be felt from both sides. The woman's face certainly made it seem like it could.