After fussing about and deliberating for some time, Telaliel finally settled on one of her dresses and quickly changed into it, making certain that her hair was brushed out and styled once more after the afternoon of flying.  She considered her father instructions about not bringing any weapons, at least not visible, and was severely tempted to at list bring her dress blade, but decided against it in the end.  She did, at least, leave the sword belt on, and made sure that she had at least one dagger concealed on her.<br/><br/>As she was finishing she looked up to see her bodyguard enter, looking like she had just run up to the princess' quarters and somewhat perturbed about being left behind.  Telaliel just smiled to her and blushed a touch, "I do apologize for that...you understand, though, that you did look like you needed the rest.  And while I do enjoy your company, carrying you and your armor around does affect the way an orni flies.  But now that you<em>are</em>here, you may want to disarm, at least your major weapons.  Father didn't say anything about armor, but you may want to power down a bit.  As it stands you radiate enough energy I'm surprised they haven't already noticed you."  With that, she came over to help the guard remove her main weapons and get them stored before heading back down to the main hall.<br/><br/>Telaliel comes into the great hall wearing a stunningly cut white dress with gold trim and matching gloves and belt.  The dress itself covers even as it exposes, the two sides bound at her neck then widening to show a large amount of her chest before pulling back together again at her sternum, then splaying back out to show her navel.  The gloves  reach up past her elbows, parting into two halves in a pattern about her upper arms held gently against the skin by static.  The lower portion is almost more akin to a loin cloth, tied to the tops of thigh high boots with the skirting falling from those points and flowing fluidly about her feet.  A long cloak of royal purple hangs from her shoulders, only a few shades darker than her hair.  As she walks her dress shifts and moves, flowing slightly to keep her covered and yet staying out of her way.<br/><br/>Behind her comes another Ælph, standing several inches taller and wearing what would appear to the humans as medieval full plate, though in excellent condition and made by a true artisan.  The armor leaves no gaps or holes and yet the woman behind the princess moves fluidly, with the grace of someone that has trained in the military arts for most of their life.<br/><br/>Telaliel decides upon a slow and stately walk to her father, avoiding staring at the aliens as much as she can until she is by his side, gently squeezing his hands instead of giving him the hug she would prefer, before turning to face the humans, offering them a graceful curtsy as her father introduces her.