Watching behind her as the centaur slips the shirt on over her head, Aria's interest in her is immediately kicked up a few notches when her struggles with the garment reveal a small but distinctive horn on her forehead.  A<span style="font-style: italic">unicorn-centaur</span>?  She would be quite the catch, especially given the reputation both halves of her heritage had.  Put together...  One thing was for certain: Aria wasn't letting her get away so easily, and from the direction of her gaze, that feeling might be mutual.<br/><br/>"Well, again - different people, different methods, different results.  Tailored for different situations, different uses.  Look at the other predators of the plains and elsewhere if you want an example;  some hunt as you do, wearing your target down over time until your catch can't resist.  Others, like our large friend here I suspect," Aria says, motioning to Eowyn, "confront and catch their prey through straight strength.  And then there are the predators like myself, who rely on less direct means to bring their meals to them, either unaware or uncaring of the danger."  Aria's frank demeanor is more than a little at odds with her appearance; this is obviously a debate she's had before, and one that she cares quite a bit about if it is able to provoke such a response from her.<br/><br/>"Speaking of which, I'm more than a little partial to seeing what this arena has in store.  I suspect that all of us will be able to find something to our liking there, something or someone a little more...fulfilling then some of the others we've encountered.  My name is Aria, by the way.  Pleased to make your acquaintance."