Lori
It had been quite some time since Vhun had set foot in Hyburn, though this was by no means the fault of the place itself. This was purely a result of the season. Even if the winters weren't particularly long, they were cold and unpleasant enough that Vhun was unwilling to take wing. The worst of the cold had passed, but there had yet to be a reason for Vhun to come this way. Though Hyburn wasn't necessarily a completely boring place to be, she had yet to find anything there that she couldn't find in the capital city. Well, at least not in terms of tangible objects. 

Today, the whisper of wings was all that announced the mothfolk, landing on the widest — and emptiest— street she could possibly find. Though she didn't think she was in any real danger here, at least not from the people, she wasn't in the sort of mood to land in a crowd and risking running someone over. No, that would be rude *And*Give them a legitimate reason to be angry with her.

The mothfolk herself was a rather strange looking being. At a respectable height of five foot nine, she certainly wasn't short, but perhaps wasn't quite tall enough to be remarkably so. She wasn't a small being by any means, however. Her wings made sure of that. They were rather remarkable things, even held so tightly into her body that only her forewings were visible. Said forewings were black crossed with lines of white. Even pulled in tightly, her wings were easily wider than the rest of her body at each side, effectively tripling the space she took up.

She couldn't help but be hyper-aware of this, especially as she made her way into the city square. It was a bit more crowded than she would have liked, but she supposed that this wasn't a bad thing. More people to bump into her most certainly, but it did improve the odds that she wouldn't be gawked at. Perhaps she'd earn a startled glance or two, but she did have a better chance of blending in.

Speaking of those who didn't quite blend in, Vhun's attention was rather quickly taken up by the sound of music. Antennae twitching, her eyes quickly traced their way to the center of the square, settling on Iona. A goliath. Interesting. And not a half-bad player on top of it. Vhun ruffled her wings back, folded her lower set of arms behind her back, and set about fighting her way to the center of the square. 

Upon arrival, the mothfolk settled to stand just out of the flow of foot traffic, listening with what she hoped was polite attention. One hand, her lower right, had unclasped to fish in her purse, tossing a coin into Iona's case. It seemed only polite if she was going to stand and listen.

Up close, Vhun was perhaps a slightly unsettling creature. She didn't move at all, outside of the slight twitching of her antennae, and her eyes, which were dark and compound, did not appear to look in any particular direction. Her skin was a dark shade of gray, the only darker shade on her body being her eyes. A swathe of what appeared to be white fur broke this even tone, spanning from between her antennae down to what was best called a chin. She had four arms, two of which had folded behind her and two of which were rummaging in her bag. Her clothing was quite well made, consisting of a black jacket rolled up and buttoned at her elbows and a pair of similarly colored slacks. The clothing was quite androgynous, as was Vhun herself. In fact, save for a pair of thin antennae that one familiar with moths rather than mothfolk would associate with a female, there was nothing to indicate her sex. 

Her rummaging hands had settled on a book and stick of charcoal. It seemed rude to interrupt this player, but she did want to make certain she could communicate if anyone did bother her. She was, after all, sort of in the way.
Kelli
*Iona keep a look at who all was around her since she never knew when someone liked to come and try stealing from her coins. She'd had ones when she was younger just steal out of her earned coins and run off laughing like it was just a normal thing. After having it happen a few times she learned to watch her surroundings more. A certain twitch of the hand, moving closer while looking like they were enjoying the music. Just signs that showed someone was going to strike.

And sure enough someone did just that as they tried making a dash and grab of her case and coins. Iona was quick though as she made it seem almost like a part of the show by changing the tempo just a bit as she would swipe her case behind her with the coins before tripping up the thief. She said not a word to them but it was easy enough she was used to thieves trying to steal the coins. Letting the thief go was just her way of doing it since they didn't cause any harm, she simply got some glares from them was all.

A few new faces it seemed in the crowd and some extra coins, it seemed to pay off for her as she finished the last few songs. She'd give a bow to thank the ones for watching.* "Thank you for watching and enjoying the show today." *She felt better at seeing most of the people seemed more in a happier mood than before. Though the main one she noticed was a mothfolk. More of a rare race she'd seen during her travels but nothing she still hadn't. She didn't like their markings, and the wings always fascinated her. They seemed to do better fashion wise than herself. It always was interesting to see others unique styles and race. Though she knew herself she hardly fit in here with her tall stature, she was glad they had seemed to stay. Maybe she'd learn something new today? She might be untrusting but she was also still young so she still was curious enough about learning other races. She was a princess well exiled one, but still she should know something for her interaction with others.*
Lori
Vhun's eyes had now settled to trace around the square. It was really quite nice that few could tell where she was looking. She'd become quite good at avoiding tilting her head in the direction she was looking. A wide field of vision was something she was more than grateful for. It made examining those around her without looking rude a whole lot easier. Of course, her appearance was more than likely odd enough to earn stares anyway, so it wasn't as if she would have been out of line staring back.

Just as her attention had slipped away from Iona, the commotion took place. Vhun's head, on instinct, swiveled in the direction of the falling thief. This was perhaps odd given that she'd been, to all appearances, looking that way already. As her head swiveled, her wings reflexively snapped half open. Her wingspan was quite impressive, more than her height again on each side. Her hindwings could now be seen. These hindwings were smaller and rounder than her forewings, and red-orange closest to her body, fading out to beige at the edges. A few black splotches were present at the edge of her wings, similar in shape to those on her forewings.

Her wings were held open for only a moment, then slowly began to fold once more. This was a far slower than opening her wings, and it appeared that Vhun was making something of a show of it. This was a strategy to create space. She knew that people didn't particularly want to touch her wings, and this was to her benefit.

The goliath was looking at her.

Vhun's head tilted, all four of her shoulders rolling back. She was trying to look larger.

*"Hello.*"

This was spoken in what Iona would most likely call "Mothspeak", a soft chittering click that was almost certainly friendly. The noise came from somewhere in Vhun's throat, no part of her visibly moving. She didn't expect to be understood, but didn't feel like writing quite yet.