In other places she had traveled, her demeanor and appearance would have counted as unusual. The young woman was tall and fit, with long legs and clad in a colorful, immodest skirt and crop top that left much of her dark, mocha skin and well toned musculature on display. She wore golden accessories around her neck, wrists and ankles, and on her ears. She stood tall, walked with confidence and purpose, carrying little more than a spear in one hand.

Here, even just setting foot through the gates of Orario, she could spy other Amazoness in the crowds. Some new arrivals like her, others likely having lived here for some time. They weren't the majority by any means, but it was much more numerous than anywhere she had been since leaving her home village. As she walked along the streets, nearly overwhelmed by the size and noise and crowd, it started to sink in that everything she had ever heard about Orario was true and then some. It was amazing, far more people than she could ever imagine all being in one place. 

It was a realization that put a pep in her step, a broad smile on her face, and an eagerness to begin the first steps towards her goals!

Yet, even though she was only one of many Amazoness that came to the city, she did still stand out thanks to one particular feature of hers. Most who noticed were discrete in their glances as she passed, while others gawked openly, and at times fingers were pointed and whispers exchanged. As enamored as she was with how huge and crowded and noisy the city was, the Amazoness hardly noticed any of it - not even when the locals she tapped on the shoulder to ask for directions barely looked her in the eye. She simply thanked them for their assistance and was eagerly on her way once again.

As focused as she was on finding and introducing herself to a Familia that would accept her, she was not so focused as to be immune to distraction. While traveling along South street, she noticed other women dressed not entirely unlike herself pulling people from the bustling street aside to play some manner of game. Curiosity piqued, the Amazoness watched from the sidelines as a young man tried and failed to track a small ball hidden under a quickly shuffled set of cups.

So did the next customer, and the one after that. Rather than suspicion, the Amazoness felt her competitive spirit flare up - this must be a contest of skill, and the man running it must be rather quick and dexterous to be able to defeat others so consistently! Not once had she seen him lose in her short time watching, and so she found herself eagerly approaching with a bounce in her step and the butt of her spear clacking against the ground beneath her feet.

Tucking the spear against her side for a moment, she retrieved the coin purse she kept her modest funds in and lightly tossed it up and down in one hand. As she did, she addressed the game runner in an enthusiastic tone. "You challenge others to match their eyes against your hands, correct?"