She could compare it to joya in a sense, where the culture had been built up and that it spoke to her every which way she went. It was in the air, happiness and content people that had scents litter the streets. Earning a sniffing from her; she couldn’t help but stoop to smell all the sweets or the meats. Both of which caught her attention one after another.
She didn’t have much of an issue finding a place that would serve her either. Being a tourist attraction of sorts people were used to seeing strange things… and a ten foot tall demi-human[god] covered in stark white fur and an abundance of magical traits ranging from a floating tell, her size, multiple ears and that permanent grin? She got quite a few turns of the head as she could easily hear people’s reaction to her appearance.
Responses to her appearance was funny to her, but she never did much other than just smile at folks. Her favorite fast food was kebabs and she had to admit that it went hand in hand with her razor sharp teeth. The clanking of her golden manacles would attract attention; given that they were gold it’s like she had chosen to wear these for one reason or another. The one around her throat designed to hide her scar that stole her voice.
The towering behemoth’s attire was the same as it ever was too, a casual button up shirt that barely contained her muscles. A Jacket to go over it of the same color with small golden buttons and a long set of pants held by one heck of a leathery belt… She was well dressed but it was all a facade. You could practically sense the bloodthirsty nature behind all of that.
Having to play charades to get a towering drink for someone as herself never ceased to make her chuckle and after a little bit she took to wandering the streets. Sipping at a tall bottle of liquor. She knew this place had wines, beers and mead. The latter of which was her favorite given her sweet-tooth.