Kelli
*Iona was impressed by the mothfolks wings a strategy that really seemed to make them seem a lot bigger than they were. It seemed that maybe they got startled but the thief falling but they seemed okay otherwise. Iona still had not said anything to the thief and probably had there not been so many eyes on her she'd probably have made a worst threat than cursing them under her breath in her native tongue. 

She would act proper most of the time but when not raised a complete princess she let the curses she'd learned come out at times when people were very rude. She would try to not be rude herself as she tried not to just stare but seeing the color of the wings and how they looked was memorizing to her.

Iona would try to be at least friendly as she gave a bit of a smile and nod. She sure couldn't understand what the mothfolk said but she guessed it was a type of greeting. Though not wanting to be a bother to anyone she'd kneel down and just start to collect the coins she'd earned and set her violin in the simple case made of animal skin sown inside out. She still thought it was something to not look like a princess you read in a book. Instead she seemed more like a savage.

Pushing one of her braids back as she got her coins in her leather pouch, she seemed to have made enough for a simple meal for the day. Not bad with what she got from selling pelts before. They were always the best sellers for winter type months to make warmer clothes. She would stand up as she looked at the few still around. The one still being the mothfolk, she didn't remember the last time she'd seen one but it was still rare to see them.* 

"I hope you enjoyed the music, usually cheers most up to hear a few songs along the day." *Iona wasn't no famous bard but she still used her love of music to try and either tell a story or being some joy to a day. It had helped her feel better and some other around her as well.*
Lori
It seemed the crowd was clearing, and briefly, Vhun considered doing the same. However, politeness held her to her spot. She'd been acknowledged, and she had a feeling she wouldn't be able to slip away into the crowd and get away without it looking like a deliberate escape. Though she'd committed no crime, she had absolutely no desire to look suspicious. Slowly, Vhun opened and closed her wings once more. She never really could get it to feel just right when she folded them. It was a strange sort of unscratchable itch.

"Bootlace. Sixty-eight sheep up a tree." Vhun mused in response to Iona.

It wasn't like she could understand her anyway. Speaking nonsense was betterthan speaking nothing at all. Her tone at least gave the indication that she was saying something friendly and vaguely sincere. It bought her time to begin scrawling something in her little book. She was well aware that her tendency toward prolonged silence while she wrote tended to unsettle those who were used to more expressive faces. At least she wasn't staring down at Iona. Instead, Vhun found herself craning her neck up at the woman before her.

Her lower set of hands, the ones that clutched the book and charcoal, were busy writing, Vhun's head gaining a very slight incline downwards. She made another soft clicking noise somewhere in her throat, her upper right hand giving a little gesture, apparently asking Iona to hold on a moment. The book was then passed up to her upper hands then turned to face Iona. Her lower hands set back about rummaging.

*You are quite talented, and your music was lovely. You should be proud of your skill.*

Vhun's handwriting was neat, if a little bit loopy and cramped. The page was otherwise blank.

Her lower hands had now pulled a small fabric sack free from her larger bag. The mothfolk looped the drawstrings, which appeared to be shaped in loop, around one wrist, her hands once more folding in front of her body.
James
Ioan: *Iona would finish getting all packed before heading over to the mothfolk. She couldn't understand their language but didn't mean she had needed them to speak. Silence was something she was very used to. It didn't bother her and she liked it usually more than a crowd but she never seemed like it when she played. Instead she seemed as if she belonged in a crowd which was kind of true if she'd been a princess still and was still with her siblings. 

Iona would still keep her distance a bit to let the mothfolk have room though being now the one more in the way they shouldn't have to worry about the wing space. She knew a little from the one she'd met before that wing space was a thing for them.* "Sorry about the height difference, it unsettles most but I don't bite." *Iona was trying to just be nice for the time being not wanting to cause any problems.

It was always interesting to see how they had two sets of hands. To her it still was fascinating. She wondered if they had to think about what set to use or it just happened. Either way she would watch slightly but not stare ans seem rude.* "No need to worry, I'm not exactly in a rush so take your time."

*Iona would look at the little book as she read quietly what it said before giving a small smile.* "I just enjoy making my own pieces, and getting to play them for others is nice. It makes me happy as well even if just one person heard it." *Iona though would still give a small bow for the compliment as she didn't hear it often, she just earned a few coins for it.*

"Your clothes are very pretty. Are you a noble or just good with a needle? Also if I cross a line do tell me. I tend to ask a few too many questions at times and some can be offensive to others. If I do I do apologize as I don't mean any harm in the questions. I'm still just young and curious about the other races we live with."