Aviendha, on the other hand, is as impressed by the cathedral as the designers intended, and doesn't even notice the other couple. She's currently dressed in a soft, golden-colored dress, low cut in the back to allow for her wings, but conservative otherwise. She takes his arm with a smile, walking in slowly, leaning slightly against him.<br/><br/>Inside, the party is equally ostentatious; large, multi-colored orbs float in the air, bathing the entire hall with light. Deities and their consorts fill the floor, and flit from ledge to ledge in mid-air. There are no stairs, though there are almost innumerable side-rooms, the majority of them reached via flight. Buffet tables line the floor, and float in mid-air, along with extravagant artwork, and pleasurable devices of all make, manner and size. Everything is extravagantly designed, and made for indulgence and luxury.<br/><br/>As he enters, a herald, standing nearby clears his throat; to outward appearances, he is a young, elfin-looking human, although to his view, the being is an illusioned construct, designed for two purposes; to know and record all of the gods and their guests, and to announce them.<br/><br/>Now arriving; Draiss, the Archdragon, and his consort, Aviendha, the solar.