Eva
Aria looked upon the cards with some amount of curiosity. It was quite a smart system, actually. She noted how some of them seemed to have certain corners missing, realizing that was probably how Vhun was finding the right one so easily. She couldn't quite tell how many there were, but assumed there had to be enough to be able to have a basic conversation. Anything beyond that was perhaps done with the aid of writing? Although she hadn't seen the Mothfolk write yet, Aria had to assume that was how it went down.

Really, had the situation been less tense, Aria might have indulged her curiosity and asked about it. However, she really wasn't in a position to do so right now, after what she had just done. Maybe in a little while, after she was absolutely certain that everything really was okay. Perhaps Vhun might have noticed her slight look of curiosity at the cards, perhaps not - it was difficult to tell where Aria was looking, with her glowing eyes.

Although Aria somewhat doubted that she shouldn't worry about it, who was she to call the other's words into question? So, she nodded, accepting Vhun's words with a simple "Understood". Not really having anything to say aside from her own curiosities, Aria fell quiet. She'd never been particularly great at talking to people, and part of her was kind of hoping that Vhun would have something to say - or, well, write? She wasn't sure how she should think about it.

With the acceptance of her suggestion, Aria turned and walked to the spot, making sure that Vhun could keep up. The Aasimar's legs were rather long, after all, and she knew it was difficult for some people to keep up with her walking speed. Luckily, it wasn't that far away, so it didn't matter all that much.
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Upon arriving, Aria quickly sheathed her weapon in its scabbard, one of a similarly simple and straightforward design, made of a brown leather. There were a few long leather straps attached to it that were rolled up neatly, but could be unrolled to attach the weapon to her back for transportation purposes - its size made it a bit awkward to carry along, after all. Her helm, Aria left on the ground for now, aware that putting it on would make her even more intimidating than she already was.
Shawn
As she walked, Vhun's lower set of hands had busied themselves trying to put her cards back in order. She seemed to be having some level of difficulty with this, given that she didn't want to engage all four of her hands and that she'd need to look at the numbers written in tiny script on the back if she wanted to get them back into true order. 

It didn't take any special level of awareness to notice that Aria was looking at the cards, but Vhun chose not to elaborate further. She'd ask if she was truly curious, and it wasn't Vhun's job to indulge the curiosities of a stranger either way. If she didn't want to ask, then she didn't need to know. It was as simple a could be. The mothfolk's head slowly turned fully forward, and then slightly over one of her shoulders. It was a strange way to hold herself, she knew, but she was trying to make it abundantly clear that she wasn't staring right at her winged companion.

Despite the difference in height, Vhun really was quite swift. She did lag a fair distance behind Aria, both out of preference and due to the difference in their stride length, but she was by no means left entirely in the dust. She took this distance as an opportunity to slowly open her wings further, creating a sort of bubble around herself. She wasn't in a mood to be jostled by the crowd. This change in posture was perhaps quite noticeable to Aria as the moth stopped, as it was accompanied by a stiffening of her posture, a stilling on her antennae and the settling of both sets of arms in front of her body.

Vhun made a show of lowering her head down to watch her sheath the weapon, then lifting it back to stare Aria in the eyes. She hoped this wouldn't be interpreted as the show that it was, but she also didn't think that her unmoving stare would do any good. That unsettled people. Her hands began to shuffle through the cards once more.

*What species are you?*

It was a blunt question, but one that Vhun had been wondering about. She'd certainly seen aasimar before, but she didn't recall them being this tall...
Eva
Once more, Aria rested her point of her claymore on the ground, point facing downwards, right hand holding the grip, and left on the pommel. This time, though, she stabbed it into the ground somewhat, with the scabbard protecting it from scratches or worse, losing its sharp edge.

For a moment, she stretched her wings to their full size, her wingspan bigger than she was tall, and then let them settle down, one or two feathers drifting to the ground. There wasn't any particular reason for it, other than that she simply needed to stretch sometimes. Aria hoped that the movement wouldn't come off as threatening in any way. Really, she'd been itching to do it for a few minutes now, but hadn't wanted to intimidate Vhun. Only when the Mothfolk had spread her own wings somewhat had she figured that it would be fine for herself to do the same.

The question, Aria read with some amount of curiosity, head tilted somewhat. Was it not obvious? The glowing eyes, the wings, it all pointed to her being an Aasimar, right? Then again, she had no clue how old Vhun was, how much of the world she'd seen, so perhaps it was a fair question after all. Actually, how old was this person she was talking to? She did carry herself like an adult, sure, but sometimes kids behaved older than they actually were. Aria wished she could tell her age without asking.

"I am an Aasimar," She stated, matter-of-factly. It wasn't an insulting question, not really. Aria knew there were some unusual things about her. With her being so much taller than average, people sometimes suspected that she was only half Aasimar, and half Goliath, perhaps. The people could think what they wanted, she didn't care, she knew what she was and what she wasn't.
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Her gaze returned to drifting over the market, looking at that more than she was looking at Vhun. She wasn't trying to offend, really, she just wanted to keep an eye on the people, any other creatures that might pop up and try to hurt them. Of course, she did occasionally glance back to the Mothfolk in case she wrote down something new, but she had to perform her duties as well, and this was a much better vantage point than where the two of them were conversing earlier.