<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/0/0d/00Tyria.jpg/432px-00Tyria.jpg)</div>It had just been a few moments since Tyria had stepped off the stage. Her blend of simple magic and stage craft combined with her erotic display of dance had become one of the most popular acts in the carnival if slightly more confusing ones. Looking through her as she studying audience reactions the sorceress made notes to simplify her act. Although it was her nature to try everything perhaps on stage she should focus herself? Her thoughts were running a mil a minute as she made her way out of the tent. Still dressed in her dancers garb if it could even be called that. The scant few scraps of fabric that composed it were scarcely bigger than the beads and costume jewelry that adorned it. Still the young tiefling had grown fascinated with the mixed reactions she would receive when displaying her body for others. Some would notice her massive voluptuous curves yet others could see little past her horns and tail and avert their gaze.  This diversity of reactions always seemed to excite her and she made of habit of studying them.<br/><br/>However today she would have to limit her observational note taking slightly. Tasked with making a few trades in the village The young tiefling made for a elven village not too far away. Bringing little with her aside from the clothiers barely covering her backside, a smile. a few Skein of fresh water and a two baskets of starches and jerky hoping to sell enough to bring back for the caravan. With any luck she be able to learned more about their customs and culture possible even more about elven mating habits.