It's a few minutes before the goddess manages to slip away from her small crowd, though she manages to escape with a well-timed joke, moving away as everyone is incapacitated by laughter. She moves over towards the couch where Draiss and Aviendha are sitting, wineglass hovering near her, a multi-colored, patchwork outfit, made of seemingly a hundred different cloths, adorning her beautiful, copper-skinned human body, her deep, shimmering, reddish hair flowing halfway down her back. "Draiss? My, my, is that you? Oh, and who's this charming thing, next to you? The beauty and the brains, of your pair?"