Janice
It was Io's turn next to buy their own thread, and the moth did so using the money from a pocket, not anything they'd stolen. The exchange was done in Common, which they were quite good at, especially for a creature not designed to speak the language. While handing over the coin, Io did notice that the other mothfolk was approaching them, but there wasn't much they could do about that now. Running away was probably suspicious, and any excess movement was definitely going to make the stolen items make a ruckus.

Pocketing the thread, Io turned to the other, offering a wave with both right hands. They had to admit, part of them wanted to have this conversation - after all, it had been years since Io talked to another mothfolk, and they were a little curious about what was going on up there in Kara-Tur.

"Hello," They greeted back in Common, only to realize that was the wrong language. "I mean, hello," Io said sheepishly, this time in Ivathi, the ends of their antennae twitching slightly. It had been so long since they'd actively spoken the language, they were a little rusty. Their voice sat right between masculine and feminine, making it difficult to determine the moth's gender. They sounded friendly enough, though, far from cold.

Vhun, eh? That was a nice name. Io tilted their head slightly, curiously examining the other moth. Although the two of them were the same species, the differences between them looked to be pretty significant, especially their color schemes. Io seemed to have much brighter colors than Vhun overall, though that didn't mean the other wasn't pretty - far from it, in fact. Their clothing styles were like night and day too, where Io just threw on the same things they'd worn for the past decade or so, Vhun seemed to put a lot more care into her appearance.
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Usually, Io would try to hide their damaged wing, but it had been a busy day, and the moth simply forgot. Sure, it was hidden beneath their cloak if one looked at them from the side or from behind, yet that wasn't the case here. Io's front side was facing Vhun, making the disability fairly obvious, with almost half of the lower half of the wing missing, the edges frayed where it had been torn off.

"My name's Io," The moth replied, placing their lower hands on their hips, while interlocking the fingers of their upper hands behind their head. Curiously, the way they said 'Io' was not at all like how one would pronounce it in Ivathi, it sounded more like Common instead. "What brings you here?" They asked curiously. It was the obvious question to ask, after all, few mothfolk ever came around these parts.
Dwight
As Io spoke, another twinge of jealousy passed through Vhun. She never had been able to physically speak common. Her family had always assumed that she possessed some sort of deformity, or perhaps she just wasn't able to pick up on it. It was something that had always bothered her, and though she was able to make due with her cards and writing, it was deeply inconvenient. Her gaze scanned the other mothfolk. She couldn't tell the sex of the individual. Their voice was inbetween, as was their body. Her gaze lifted to their antennae. That gave nothing helpful either. Maybe they were just in between.

Vhun herself was clearly female, at least to a mothfolk observer. If she hadn't been wearing a skirt, she would have been almost completely androgynous. Her antennae were fairly thin, lacking the long feathery hairs that one would expect from a male. There were still small hairs there, but they were nothing like one would expect from a male. The woman gave a quiet little hum.

"I understand common just fine. I simply cannot speak it."

There was an odd rhythm to her speech, as if she hadn't spoken in a while. Or rather, hadn't spoken to anyone unfamiliar in a while. Her cards eliminated the need to think much of specific words, given that every phrase was written quite formally. She didn't know this person, but they were both mothfolk. It was hard to pick a level of formality.

"A pleasure to meet you Io. That is a lovely name."

Her wings gave a little flutter as she thought.

"I live here in Findara. What brings you here?"
Janice
Io tilted their head slightly, antennae flopping to the side. Vhun couldn't speak Common? Was that normal for mothfolk? It wasn't an issue Io had heard of before - though their interactions with other mothfolk were too limited for them to know if it was a common issue or not. Ah well, luckily, the two of them had a language in common.

"Nah, it's alright, I'm just a bit rusty," Io said, not bothering with formality. " 'S good to be speaking the language again, y'know? Get some practise." Unlike Vhun's formal tone, Io preferred to speak as casually as physically possible, finding the alternative to be both boring and useless - and also, after so long of not speaking the language, they wouldn't know how to do so in the first place.

Due to that, Io didn't really notice the odd rhythm in Vhun's speech either, as their own wasn't exactly normal either, with them having to pause occasionally to think about what the word they wanted to say was again. It wasn't a perfect conversation by all means, but they managed fine-ish enough.

"Hm, ya think? My pa gave it to me when I first got here in this land." Io was tempted to give their last name, but then remembered that oh yeah, they were still running from the law. Maybe try to stay a little bit anonymous. Just a little. "I like your name too, though. Very pretty. It suits you." As per usual, Io found they were talking a lot, though it was out of excitement this time. Their antennae once more stood up straight, though their wings remained oddly still.

"I'm just visiting, buying some supplies, y'know the deal." Io waved their lower right hand dismissively, hoping to drop the subject quickly. They really shouldn't talk about their true reason for coming here. "Whaddya mean, you live here? Can't say I've ever heard of mothfolk living on the surface. Well, except for me, I guess."
Dwight
Vhun didn't know if she suffered from an atypical issue, but she didn't care. All that mattered was that the problem existed, as such, she needed to work through it. It wasn't that much of an issue these days anyway. The woman slowly straightened her spine once more, lower set of hands moving to fidget with a small pouch at her hip. Within it sat a deck of written cards, cards containing phrases. She didn't need them now, but the instinct to pick them up remained.

"I can write in Common if that is easier for you to interpret, or if you would prefer to reply in Common, I understand it perfectly."

The mothfolk slowed her rate of speech, a distinct effort to enunciate taking over her tone. It was a subtle change, one that came at the cost of the somewhat musical quality of her voice. The mothfolk inclined her head once more in a nod. Adopted, perhaps? It wasn't her business, and she wasn't going to pry into it.

"Why thank you, my mother gave it to me."

Her wings gave another little flutter, Vhun's upper hands reaching back to smooth her cloak in response. It appeared to be a reflexive shiver of some kind, presumably brought about by an irritation. This cloak was new, recently completed by Vhun herself. There was hanging thread on the inside, she suspected. She could feel tickling the joint of her wing. It was deeply vexing.

"As am I. Do you sew?"

Vhun gestured to the table before them with a jerk of her chin.

"Yes, I live here with my sister. It is uncommon, I know. You are the first of my kind I have seen in a long time."
Janice
Io shook their head quickly. "Nah, 's all good. I understand the language, just... Gotta practise speaking a little. S'pose it can't hurt, can it? Practising, I mean." If they were ever planning to return home to check on their siblings, well, they would have to know the language.

Curiously, they glanced at the pouch Vhun was fiddling with, right antenna perking up. What was in there? Was it something shiny? A ring, perhaps, maybe some coins, or even a necklace? Gods, how tempting it was to just take a little peek, just check what was hiding there. Io lowered their upper hands, unlacing them from behind their head, and moved them to behind their back instead, squeezing one hand into a tight fist and tracing over their backpack with the other, trying to remind themself that they didn't need to take anything else, that they had plenty of stuff. As if that ever worked.

Right, distractions, one of those might work. Just focus on the conversation, not on the potentially shiny things. Perhaps Vhun might notice some subtle signs of Io's distress, ones that non-mothfolk tended to miss. The way their antennae stood up straight, the way they stiffened their wings, even their voice sounded a little strained, whereas it had been loose and almost playful before.

"Sewing? Oh, from the..." Io gestured at the stall with their lower right hand, shaking their head. "Not a lot. Well, I got some basic sewing skills, but nothin' fancy. Just had to fix my cloak." They lightly kicked at their cloak, the tears at the bottom becoming obvious. "What about you? You've been buying all them threads, you gotta know how to sew all fancily, right?" There was genuine curiosity in their questions, even if they sounded somewhat strained.
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They took in the information, head tilting to the side once more. "There's two of y'all around here? Huh... Never woulda guessed. Thought I was the only one around these here parts." Io chuckled lightly, a sound that sounded more like something one of the surface races would make than a mothfolk. "Is your sister on this market too or nah?" They hadn't seen any other mothfolk wandering around, but who knew, maybe they just hadn't run into each other yet.