Shawn
Vhun nodded along as she spoke, having little to add. She could agree with most of this, but she did think that the stars looked better out in quiet areas. Though there wasn't all too much light, the lonely torch or lit home was somewhat distracting. However, Vhun herself didn't get out at night as much as she thought she should. Flying at night was something she was intensely fond of, given her nature, but she also really did prefer to work late into the night. Thus, there was a choice to be made, and she tpically chose work.

Her gaze followed Aria's upward. It was still bright out. What was she looking at? Vhun couldn't see anything. Odd. Her gaze settled back on the winged woman before her. Perhaps she was lost in thought. That was not a bad thing as far as she was concerned. No, this woman clearly had a late on her plate.

The question at least gave Vhun something to add. It wasn't anything of any substance, but it was something. She gave her head a small shake as she began to write, hoping that this gesture would make up for the slight delay in her response time.

*Unfortunately not. Nothing here has been both cheap and good enough for me to bother. I understand it's a contradiction.*

Her clothing wasn't necessarily fancy today, but it was very clearly well made. The slacks she wore fit her rather spindly legs quite well, and the shirt accommodated all four of her arms without any strange bunching or clear modification. Her knitted shawl was perhaps the shabbiest thing she wore, and even that was very clearly made with the biology of a mothfolk in mind. It was far longer than it was wide, meant to wrap her arms without interfering with her wings.

*Have you?*

This question was accompanied by a tiny smiley face, one that Vhun quickly added a pair of antennae to. This was her way of showing her feelings without the ability to actually smile.
Eva
Unfortunately, Aria lacked the skills necessary to see how well-made the Mothfolk's outfit was. Sure, she could see that it was definitely made for her, and it fit her quite nicely, but that was about where the extent of what she could see ended. Oh well, it wasn't like she had any right to judge, her own armor was equally simple in design, and although it was clean, it also had a decent amount of scratches and other minor damage, simply from how much it had been worn.

"I understand," She replied, looking out at the market. "One has to be careful with spending money. It is unfortunate you have not found what you are looking for." A thought came to mind, and Aria glanced to a stall ahead and slightly to the left. It was small and kind of hidden behind all the people and the other stalls, but from her vantage point, she could clearly see it. "Have you checked out the stall over there yet?" Aria asked, pointing at it with her left hand. It carried some fabrics, although she didn't know their quality or price - nor did she knew if Vhun had already been there, but it couldn't hurt to suggest it.

When Vhun asked her own question back to her, the Aasimar hesitated for a moment, returning her hand to her claymore. What was she asking? If she'd found anything Vhun was looking for, or if she'd found the thing Aria was looking for? She decided the latter was more likely, so that was the one she decided to answer.

"I cannot say that I have, no. It is partially because I do not know what I am looking for in this town just yet. But I am certain Kamara will guide me to it, whatever it may be." Although Aria would have liked to talk more about the goddess in question, judging from how Vhun hadn't asked about it earlier, that wasn't something the Mothfolk wished to discuss very much. Oh well, Aria could respect that.
Shawn
The woman had, in fact, noticed the dents and scratches in Aria's armor, but hadn't commented. She wasn't a metal worker, and she had absolutely no expertise to offer. When a piece required metal embellishments, she simply outsourced the making of this part to a blacksmith or other metalworker. It was typically fancier pieces that required such embellishments, fancier pieces that were Vhun's favorite things to make.

Her head turned in the direction of the stall. That was, in fact, the first place that she'd looked. However, she wasn't going to say that directly to Aria. She counted to three in her head, giving what she hoped was the illusion of contemplation. At the end of these three seconds, she turned her head back to the winged woman.

*I have. Nothing there I can't get at home, unfortunately. I have to fly it back with me, so if it's nothing special it's not worth it.*

She hoped this made sense, and it was clear that she gave this statement a bit more thought than the previous few. She scanned it over for a long few seconds before she turned it over to Aria. Perhaps this was the one area in which she had a communicative advantage: she was able to essentially "Un-say" Things that she didn't truly want.

Vhun turned the page and gave another long pause. She didn't know what to say.

*I hope you find what she is guiding you toward.*

There. That was polite and safe.
Eva
Aria waited patiently for Vhun to look at the stall, imagining that perhaps the Mothfolk was taking some time to recall if she had been there yet or not. It was a little difficult to see for someone that wasn't of her height, so she understood perhaps having to wait a couple of seconds until the crowds parted enough to look through.

Then there was the time needed to write the response, and Aria decided to take the time to stretch her wings, opening their full length for a few seconds before settling them back down - after making sure that no one was nearby so that she wouldn't accidentally smack them in the face, of course. When conversing with most people, she would have refrained, but she suspected that Vhun would understand the movement as being nothing more than a simple stretch. She also rolled her shoulders slightly, and adjusted her stance to be a little more comfortable, all in the time it took Vhun to look and write her response.

"That is unfortunate," Aria spoke after reading the words. "I understand what you mean. It is more difficult to fly while carrying something, so it has to be worth it, right?" Well, it wasn't all that accurate in her case, she was strong enough to carry even the most useless of garbage with ease when she wasn't wearing her heavy armor. However, Vhun looked a fair bit skinnier than her, and her wings appeared to be much more delicate as well, so she could understand the need to be more selective.

Yeah, it seemed she was right, Vhun didn't appear to be wanting to discuss the matter of her goddess. Aria could understand that too, and she wasn't going to force her into a conversation she didn't want to have. "I am certain that she will," She spoke, content with leaving the topic there. To many, Aria's blind faith was a little odd, or even ridiculous, but she didn't care very much about what others thought. All that mattered was her own faith.
Shawn
Vhun's head quickly snapped up as Aria's wings opened. Was she taking off? Or just stretching. Stretching. Interesting. It was something that she herself did frequently, and as such it wasn't anything that she didn't pay too much attention to. It was only noteworthy because the movement caught her eye. Was she getting antsy and wanting to leave? It was possible, and Vhun thought that it was worthwhile to start wrapping things up.

*Yes, very much so. I suppose you can relate to that.*

As she set down her pencil, Vhun lifted her hand to gesture to Aria's own wings. For a short moment, a pang of jealousy wracked Vhun. Aria's wings were quite the impressive things. They looked a lot less rickety than her own, and they were quite a bit bigger. She quickly pushed this aside, however. Big, feathery wings would look quite silly on her.

*I am glad you are certain. It is good to have peace.*

This phrase came after a long moment of hesitation.

*Well. I must be going, I'm afraid. It was lovely to meet you.*

The mothfolk took a slow step back, closing her book in one fluid motion. Her own wings slowly moved to half-open and flutter, mirroring the action Aria had taken. The day was growing late, and she very much didn't want to be trapped outside with these shades around. No, it would be far better to start making for home now.
Eva
"I can relate somewhat, yes," Aria spoke. It wasn't exactly a lie, in the past, she'd struggled with carrying things many times. It had been a long time since that was a problem, though, as she'd gotten plenty strong in the years since then. Absently, she folded her wings back down, and a single small feather drifted to the ground, landing at her feet.

She noted the gaze upon her wings, and although she didn't quite know what Vhun was thinking or feeling with her lack of visible expressions, Aria didn't mind that she was looking at them. It was something about herself that she was quite proud of, after all, with the feathers quite well taken care of. And yes, even though she had nothing to do with that, she quite liked their size as well.

Aria nodded when reading Vhun's writing. It was indeed getting late, and it probably would be wise for the Mothfolk to begin heading home. The nights here were far from safe - and besides, the market went away at night, so there likely wasn't going to be anything of interest to her here anyway.

"Of course," She said with a slight smile. "It has been lovely meeting you too." For half a second, she considered saying Vhun's name at the end of that sentence, but somehow she felt like she'd just get the pronunciation wrong, so she refrained. "I do wish you safe travels, and may you find what you are looking for," Aria said instead. She herself was making no attempt to leave, but did lift a hand in a wave goodbye, smiling still. Not a bad meeting overall, in her eyes.
Shawn
Vhun gave a little hum in return to Aria's words. She'd already closed her book, and though she could sense it was likely she'd have to open it again, she was going to try to avoid doing so, at least for the moment. It was always good to make a set of clear actions toward departure. It was less confusing that way.

Her eyes had slowly settled back on Aria's wings, watching as they moved once more. Her head tilted down, eyes settling on that lone feather. It was beautiful, in a way. White feathers like that were something Vhun seldom saw in her work. They were hard to procure given the lack of demand, but there always was the occasional person who wished for a feather hat or embellishments on sleeves. Perhaps, she thought, she could start buying molted feathers off aasimar and aarakocra...

She pushed the thought aside. It was pointless and utterly random.

Another nod. The woman flipped her book back open to write another phrase.

*You as well. I hope you too find what you're looking for.*

She took a small step back, her wings slowly fanning open. This was a slow gesture, the woman wanting to avoid smacking her wings on anything. Those black and white sail-like wings were simply held open, Vhun waiting for the aasimar to move first.
Eva
She noted the Mothfolk seemed to be looking at something, and followed her gaze, finding the feather that had started drifting to the ground. Turning slightly, Aria crouched down a little and extended her left hand, gently catching the thing in her gloved hand before it landed on the ground. With a white so pure that it almost seemed to glow, and a softness that was incredibly rare in just about anything, Aria felt it was a bit of a waste to just let it go to waste. Actually... Did Vhun feel the same way?

Standing back up straight, she held out the feather to Vhun. "Would you like to have it?" She asked, shrugging lightly. "I have no use for it." The thing was no larger than the size of her hand, which might seem big, until one looked at the longest feathers of her wings, which were at least two feet in length. Maybe it was a strange thing to offer, but Aria hadn't even noticed it until Vhun looked at it, and it probably would have landed on the filthy ground without her. It seemed fitting to at least offer.

Watching her flip open the book to write once more, Aria gave a nod in response to her statement. "Thank you. It is appreciated." While she could go into a whole thing about how she was certain her goddess would point her in the right direction, there was no use - especially not when Vhun seemed about to leave anyway. Speaking of, why wasn't she doing so?

Did Vhun think Aria was heading out too, and was she waiting for her to do so? It seemed likely. "I will be staying here for a while longer," Aria stated, gesturing vaguely at her surroundings. She hadn't been told yet what she was supposed to do, after all, so she needed some time to figure out her purpose here, probably a few days at least.
Shawn
If Vhun had been capable of blushing, she would have. So her gaze had been noticed. Typically, Vhun thought, she was very good at hiding where she was looking. Apparently not today. She dipped her head in what she hoped was an apologetic matter. Her unoccupied set of arms folded across her body in a somewhat protective manner.

She took a long moment to consider her answer. It was a very pretty feather, and she had offered it, but it also had fallen off her body. It was perhaps akin to accepting a chunk of hair that had fallen off her. However, it did seem rude to potentially reject this gift...

*I suppose. It is very nice. Thank you.*

That was all she could say, her hand slowly extending out to take the feather. If nothing else, it would make a very nice quill. The feather was certainly sturdy enough to do so.

*I will see you later in that case.*

So she was staying. That made sense. The mothfolk slowly nodded her head once more, and then moved to start backing away, heading out and back into the market.
Eva
And if one thought about it, was it really that much weirder than using a bird's feather for something? Hell, Aria had given it away willingly, unlike a bird, who wouldn't even be able to say no. Either way, she really didn't mind, it was just a feather, she lost hundreds of them a month. And it wasn't even a particularly noteworthy one, she would have been much more reluctant to offer one of her primaries if one of those had fallen.

Smiling lightly, she once more rested her hand on her weapon, glad to see the feather go to someone who might appreciate it more. "Of course," She simply said, not feeling like there was anything else to say about the matter. The conversation did seem to be coming to an end, and Aria was fine with that, she supposed she should get back to her duties anyway.

"Indeed, I will see you later." See her later? Were the two of them really going to run into each other again? Maybe some day in the future, but Aria doubted it would be soon. Still, it was a nice thought, she found the interaction to be quite pleasant and didn't mind the thought of talking to Vhun again. She watched as the Mothfolk began backing away, a bit curious about what she was going to do. Was she going to take off or just walk away? Only one way to find out, she supposed.
Shawn
The mothfolk spun on her heels once she was about ten feet away from Aria, making her way toward the edge of the crowd. Her wings had steadily been opening as she moved away, gaining more space for herself. She'd need to fully open her wings before she could take off, and that wasn't possible within the crowd.

She took a final look back at Aria, then stowed her book in her bag, tied the thing shut, and allowed her wings to fully open. The presence of these limbs somehow made her body look complete, or at the very least made her look larger than she was. With her wings folded in, Vhun did appear a lot smaller, or at least ganglier, than she was.

Her leap into the air was a graceful thing, with her wings beginning to beat in the second before her feet left the ground. She didn't bother looking back as she took off, instead seeming focused on gaining the necessary altitude without making a fool of herself. The moth was rather self conscious of how she looked flying. It didn't take long at all for her to gain height, then speed, and then make her way far from the market...
Eva
She couldn't help it, Aria kept her gaze on Vhun as she flew away, finding it quite an interesting thing to look at. Their wings were so very different, and Aria noted that the Mothfolk didn't stir up nearly as much dust as the Aasimar usually did when she took off. It was a pretty thing to look at, either way, and she was glad to witness it. Although Vhun didn't seem to be looking back, she held up a hand in a wave goodbye anyway, just in case.

Well, she supposed that was the end of it, then. Letting out a sigh, Aria straightened her back and turned her attention back to the crowd, hand lowering once more. Maybe she should converse with people more often, she absently thought to herself. And perhaps those conversations shouldn't start with what looked like an attempted murder next time. Oh well, that was a thing she could worry about later.

After all, night was going to fall, and Aria knew she would need all of her energy to slay whatever creatures dared approach from the swamp. She wouldn't let any of the citizens get hurt by them, no matter what. Once more, she began scanning over the place, watchful eyes taking in every detail and suspicious movement, ready to strike at a moment's notice.