Janice
Io tilted their head somewhat at Vhun's hesitation. Was her age a problem, then? She seemed more than capable enough in their eyes at least. But, to be fair, people did tend to look down upon younger ones. Even if Io wasn't terribly young, they still had to deal with that sometimes, and it was always a pain - until they proved themself, of course.

"I do know my wings developed before I started doing that work. Maybe I was just early, I dunno. They never really worked properly, though. Before I had a chance to use them, y'know." Io gestured vaguely at their wings with their lower right hand, then shrugged with all shoulders. "I guess I never knew what it's like to fly, huh," They said, as if that realization hit them just now. That... Was a little sad - but it did help explain why they didn't really feel the need to get their wings fixed. After all, never having known the joy of flying, how could they miss it?

They thought about her question for a little bit, scratching the side of their head. "I think it was this really old painting this one lady had? Took me weeks to convince her to sell it to my client. I don't see the value in it, though my client was willing to drop a small fortune for it." Of course, in reality, the painting had been stolen as part of a heist that had taken weeks to plan, but Io preferred to change up that little small detail.

"O'course I'm pleased with it!" Io exclaimed cheerfully. "It looks so good... Oh, don't worry, Imma make sure to be careful. Don't wanna ruin this, after all." It wasn't like their clothes broke often, Io made sure to take care of them very well - perhaps Vhun might even see that, as despite their clothing being simple and old, they looked remarkably clean.
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Being told to decide what place they'd eat at, Io hopped onto the bench for a moment to get a better look at the area. "Well, we could head to one of them taverns, or maybe we could get some street food? Some of the food they sell here on the market, I mean. Any preference?"
Dwight
"I see."

Vhun's gaze dropped down to Io's wings once more. She really did want to know what had happened to their wings, but it felt like she was overstepping. She'd just have to wonder. That was the polite option, after all. Vhun once more moved to brush at her clothing. She didn't like this skirt, she decided. At least not for everyday wear. It was too heavy. She'd just have to stick to her slacks.

"I don't want to sound at all like I'm... Trying to make you jealous, but I must say that there truly is no other experience like flight."

She slowly nodded once more, somewhat distracted in her attempts to spot somewhere with food. Her head turned back to Io, thinking as to what to say next. A painting, really? Vhun never had been much for the appreciation or creation of art, despite her best efforts. Perhaps she just didn't have an eye for it. 

"A painting? Was the artist well known or something?"

The mothfolk gave another sharp nod. Good. They were happy with it, and they weren't going to screw it up. Or well, at least not intentionally. Then again, few did actually intentionally screw up their clothing. Oh well.

"Hmm... A tavern could be good. So could market food. There's a good place that sells pastries and other things, but I... Don't quite recall where it was. Have you eaten anything in this area lately?"

Perhaps, she thought, it was good that this was the biggest source of conflict the two had encountered. Two indecisive beings struggling to make a choice.
Janice
Io shrugged in response. "It's fine, I don't really need to fly, I think. I'm scared of heights anyhow." They felt it was fine to admit that, now that the two of them had been talking for a little while. It wasn't a big secret, but still not a good thing for a potential enemy to know - although Vhun was far from an enemy, it seemed, so Io was fine with telling her. Who knew, maybe admitting something like that would make her become more friendly towards them.

They didn't quite know why, but Io really wanted to befriend Vhun. Perhaps it was just because she was the only mothfolk they'd encountered in years, or maybe because she was being all nice and friendly, or perhaps because she had somehow not been scared off yet by their rambling. Either way, they were happy spending time with her, and hoped they'd be able to do so again in the future.

"I dunno? I think it was just really old, that's why it was worth so much." They shrugged once again, turning their attention back to looking for a place to eat, still standing atop the bench. "I don't get art. It's just paint. I mean, I guess it can look pretty, but this one didn't even look all that good. It was kinda small, really. Not worth the price at all. But," They continued after a short pause, "We do what the client asks of us, no questions asked, eh?"

Io nimbly hopped down from the bench, thinking for a moment. "I've been here for maybe a few hours, I think? Not long enough to have picked a good place to eat." Vhun wasn't going to make a decision, was she? It seemed like Io would have to cut through the proverbial knot, then. "Wanna just grab some street meat and wander around the market some more? Well, doesn't have to be meat, but some food we can carry along and eat while walking. Y'know. Street meat." Was that a common expression around these parts? Hopefully, otherwise Vhun might end up very confused.
Dwight
"Really?"

Vhun couldn't hide the interest in her voice as they spoke, head gaining quite the tilt. Her antennae gave a severe twitch, swiveling toward them as she stared. She really did like this person, and to some level had already gained respect for them, but she genuinely couldn't fathom a fear of heights. Then again, she did have functioning wings. Still. It was quite odd, she thought.

"Forgive me. That was rude."

She bowed her head lightly, a gesture meant to indicate some feeling of guilt. She didn't mean to offend, but she truly couldn't help herself. Vhun turned her head, thinking for a moment before she looked back at Io. The attempt at something like a regal posture had returned, her lower hands folding behind her back, her upper in front.

"That is... Odd. I wouldn't think that being very old alone would make it that valuable... Unless someone just likes very old things."

She shrugged with both sets of shoulders.

"Yes. That is fine by me. I'd love to wander."

She'd given a long pause before she spoke, given that it was a somewhat strange phrase, she thought.

"I'll follow you. I think people new to an area know what to look for in interesting things anyway."