<span style="font-weight: bold">Aria</span><br/><br/>Slowly winding her way down the street, Aria can't help but size up the many other festival patrons making their way past her.  So many different looks, styles, and even species were on display here that she hadn't encountered before, even in her long travels.  One thing was for sure - the next few days were going to be busy indeed.<br/><br/>Despite the fact that her lower body was close to fifteen feet long, she was obviously no stranger to crowds as an odd-looking side-winding gait allowed her to keep most of her coils relatively close, safe from being stepped on and out of others' way at the same time.  Her clothing consisted of carefully wrapped lengths of cloth that covered only what was absolutely necessary while simultaneously leaving no aspect of her curves to the imagination.  A slender backpack that was obviously tailored for her form runs most of the way down her back, and what looks like a short cane or rod topped with a small ball of clear crystal is resting in the crook of one arm.  Finally, what looks like a silver tiara prominently displaying a third-eye symbol on her forehead is linked to a thin chain wrapped around her writhing hair, keeping it pulled back into something that resembles a pony-tail.<br/><br/>Stopping to examine a stand advertising a variety of shirts with some rather leading iconography, she accepts one of the turquoise ones and drapes it lazily over her shoulders, leaving it bunched up around her neck like a scarf but still displaying its message.  Turning around, she can't help but cock an eyebrow at a rather massive centauress struggling to get on another of the turquoise shirts and wonder about the implications<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>could have for someone enterprising enough...