She laughed again, obviously finding the little flitten very amusing. Not her fault, though. She never had a pet growing up, despite the fact that she loved cats.
"Nice to meet you, Ichi," she said, smiling at him. Then she turned to Damion, and nodded politely. "And you also. Owner or apprentice?" she asked, referring to the armoury, of course. While waiting, she studied his face. It was a rather interesting one; you didn't meet many with eyepatches these days. Or, at least, Ayvi didn't. Anyway, she enjoyed learning faces. It gave an identity to an otherwise anonymous world. And it alliviated the boredom a bit.
Ayvi shifted from foot to foot in thick leather boots, rolling her shoulders. After a moment, she leaned back against the tree nearby, then almost immediately stood up straight again. This wierd restlessness always seemed to set in at about midday, or late in the afternoon, when one's just sitting about, idly wondering. in this case, it seemed to be the former.