[Arryn]

Standing near her booth, Arryn's ears perked to the sound of squealing, excited chatter. Finishing up what she was doing, which of course, was placing everything in order by color, size, and shape, the woman sauntered over towards the group of people whom she shared her space with. A few of them, she hadn't quite gotten to know, like that Lesallia over there, but she could already tell by the woman's posture and the sound of her voice she didn't like her one stinkin' bit. She'd heard all their plans of having a contest between them all, as nothing got passed her even if she wasn't initially included, and a small smirk tilted her lips. Contest? Now that would be interesting! It'd certainly give her a chance to not only make more money, but to get her stuff out there a bit more.

The trinkets owner had been stockpiling for awhile, and this would definitely be her kind of show to steal, but by the sound of what was going on, it was developing into something much more than just friendly competition.

"What's this I hear about a contest, Squirrel Boy?" The Yutri turned her body to face the young Feryxonis, clasping her hands behind her back, her light golden eyes scanning each and every face, until she landed on Lesallia's.

Now, she hadn't been formally introduced to this one, only knowing what shop she ran. What she DID know, however, was that she didn't like this lady's attitude. And because she didn't like it, of course she had to step in and say something, right? Ohh, this was bound to get a tad bit ugly, the Yutri just knew it.