Iris

Iris is on a mission. She WILL sample every sweet, and savoury, and food in between before the week is out. Her eyes are blooming bright as she smiles and chatters with the vendors, admires the many kites, and compliments certain individuals on their magnificent finery. Her wings and feet however are always on the way to the next food stall!

Snacks! Treats! Hot and cold, sweet and spicy, crunchy and soft. Skewers and cups and greasy paper packets! Iris is in her element. She's got a rainbow of food on sticks arranged in one claw like a bouquet, a cup of some kind of thick fluid full of ice, mystery chunks, and decorative umbrellas in the other, and a manic glint in her eyes as she surveys the boulevard. This is what she lives for.

Sure, you could stick to the traditional foods of your ancestors, but why would you? You don't outgrow all your nestmates and become this sleek and beautiful by limiting your options! Now, if you'll excuse her, she's got a lot of stalls to sample before the end of the week.