Cheesy Bread

With the formalities done and the spars about to begin, the gathering began clearing out. Completely unphased by her unorthodox entrance into the crowd, Aoife began to bounce her way out - much to the resigned displeasure of the little swift in her sling. There was so many wolves to meet and so little time before the festival was over that she couldn't fathom wasting time sitting around waiting for her turn to fight when she could be meeting new friends. She'd be back before then! She just wanted to take a look around. She was bouncing back towards the market stalls to find someone to bother when - record scratch - who was that kid there with all the snacks? Distracted midbounce, she landed wrong and tumbled, twisting and flailing in a cloud of dust accompanied by the distressed squawk of the bird, who was smart enough to tuck down deep into the sling to hide itself, and luckily who Aoife did not accidentally land on. Flailing back to her feet and feet slipping skittering back the way she came before her momentum had really released its hold on her tiny self, she slammed herself down onto the ground in front of the boy, face to face with him and beaming, covered in dust and with her quilled mohawk sticking out every which way. "Hi! Are you going to be in the fights? Me 'n my brother are. He's lots bigger'n me though like you are. Where are you from? What's your name? I'm Aoife Adravendi."