[h3][center][color=ec008c]Ayana[/color][/center][/h3]

Ayana watched the horse peacefully munch on the grass with a serene smile on her face. She slipped off her sandal and set her foot down on the earth. [color=ec008c]"Heh, first person to touch the New World,"[/color] she said to herself as she gave a soft giggle. The soil was much different than her homeland, though. It seemed more coarse and a bit drier despite the fact that there was ample vegetation. She wriggled her foot around to get a feel for the land. The grass was stiff and prickly; it didn't hurt, but they probably wouldn't want to be spending any time in the field barefoot. Maybe they'd find softer ground somewhere else. 

She was ripped out of her little reverie by an authoritative voice. The Mithra was trying to get everybody organized, which was perfectly fine with the kitsune. It was always good to know who was in charge of what. However, when she declared what the groups were be, Ayana stood confused for a moment. She took a few steps towards food, because the end result of her farming was usually some tasty veggies or wholesome grains, but then she stopped. She [i]produced[/i] the food. Did that me she should join the production group? She scratched her head, but ultimately decided to stand between the two groups. It made her look out of place, but it made sense to her; she was a mix of both, so she should stand between them both.

She listened with a calm smile as her companions introduced themselves, but then the dwarf said something that irked her. [color=ec008c]"Hey, shoveling dung isn't demeaning!"[/color] Ayana put her hands on her hips and glared down at Treekle. [color=ec008c]"When diluted properly and given time to break down, horse dung can actually be made into some very good manure. My family has sold such manure to palace gardeners, so don't look down on it, Mister."[/color] 

With that out of her system, she glanced around at the party, suddenly aware that she had made a rather hostile first impression on them. She quickly took a more relaxed posture and put back on a cute smile. [color=ec008c]"Oh, and umm... My name's Ayana Takashi. I'm a farmer.
 I hope we can all get along, otherwise this will be a loooong year."[/color] She rubbed the back of her head and gave an awkward laugh. She also hoped she wouldn't make a fool of herself in front of all these impressive people.

[@Dusty][@Esailia]