Alisa D'Medvyed was another of many in attendance.
She too was attired in a way that wasn't typical of her, but which she had really enjoyed putting together. What it had
cost notwithstanding. She did, of course, anticipate she might see Domitius here, and wasn't about to present anything under her
best. She was satisfied with the lavender, white-trim gown she wore. It was a nice change from her priestess raiment, or most especially studded leather armor, even if it did feel
unfamiliar. (something along these lines >>)
Her pure white hair was stripped of its usual formal braid, and instead worn loose about her shoulders, like a fall of new winter snow.
Not absent, however, was Acavna's crossed-spears sigil. No, even
here she was enough priestess not to go without it. As well, in the unlikely event of
trouble, it insured she still had access to the Defender's divine magic.
She waved briefly to Dara and her small entourage, and spotted Domitius, whom she approached, somewhat from behind.
"Guess who? I was hoping I might see you here. The gods continue to be kind, it would seem."