[Fiorella wrinkles her nose at the label she has been given but it at least serves to explain the feathery wings growing on her hips. And yet she tries to protest.]
I'm Avian, not a—... [But to no avail; the bartender brushes it aside and asks again. Her stomach rumbles before she can give a proper answer. When she's told she needs to pair up instead of having an individual order, Fio will look for help, exasperated.]
Well, they're making this more difficult than need be. Shall we order together?
[She's trying to push down the wings on her hips, frowning down at them as if it'll make them disappear.]
❇ The Audience - Whose YOUR Spirit Animal?
[She's not as put off by the animals, insect, and arachnids. If anything, Fio seems relieved to see familiar beast faces in a sea of other humanoids and humans (she can only assume). Though her questions about whether they have seen another dragon (also two cats, a specific dog, rabbit, and two humans) result in negatives, at least she feels welcome.
The Vampires make her feel nervous but they seem to mean well enough. The calling cards interest her but now she seems to be agonizing over which one she should choose. One can find her sitting at a table muttering over the choices she's been given, narrowing it down to three. She can only choose one and she will return the others.]
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❇ The Audience - Whose YOUR Spirit Animal?