Esma would have normally stood out in a crowd of elves. While not particularly revealing, her rather simple outfit was hardly any clothing at all and left her rather toned arms and legs skin completely exposed. There was also her height, which left her towering above the average elf. Neither of these things was particularly outstanding however, compared to the assortment of humanoids gathered for the festival. The only noteworthy feature would be the level of musculature visible on her limbs, and even that was only noteworthy because she was an elf, paling in comparison to a giant blooded or half dragons form.<br/><br/>Esma was fascinated by the festivals activity. The festivals she'd experienced back home had consisted mostly of a series of challenges and games meant to test Serra against Serra with the odd bit of food and song. This festival seemed to be a lot livelier and more relaxed.<br/><br/>One elf in particular caught Esma's attention, she was a blue haired beauty who looked to be in very good shape for a non Serra. She was performing some sort of dance Esma had never before seen, waving a ribbon around as she hopped and twirled. Esma immediately began drifting off into thought about the practical benefits of such an activity, wondering if it served as particularly effective exercise and the like and she almost missed the rapier demonstration entirely.<br/><br/>Esma grinned as the fencing demonstration came to an end and she called out to the blue haired elf, "That certainly looked entertaining, but there wasn't much force behind your thrusts. How do you compete when faced with a heavier blade?"