<img alt="Image" src="http://img15.deviantart.net/dedb/i/2012/054/a/c/centauress_by_matiasoliverarbon-d4qoxfy.jpg"/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Eowyn</span><br/><br/>Eowyn sighs softly. A<span style="font-style: italic">nice</span>naga, or at least, not an evil one. Something she'd barely even dreamed of... but there's no thought of doubting her talent, or belief that it might be fooled. It simply is, and for her, always has been. For a moment, her eyes linger on the naga, exotic, beautiful, then she glances away, bashful.<br/><br/>“My name is Aria, by the way,” someone hisses, almost in her ear, and despite herself she rears a little in shock. But, still...<br/><br/>“Ah, um,” Eowyn replies, offering her hand. She was well-brought up to the niceities, even if she's often far from civilisation and its mores and the idea that a naga might be part of them is... “The arena, certainly,” she nods, with a little relief at a context she can comprehend. “I could stand to joust or spar a little.”