As they stepped into the Great Hall, Aiden, Sevan, and Adrian noticed a familiar figure standing near the entrance.
Ivara was dressed in a long, simple dress that had an ethereal, cottagecore feel- a soft cream fabric with delicate lace trims, the kind of outfit that made her look like she had just stepped out of an elven forest. It was such a stark contrast to her usual practical training gear that Adrian did a double take.
When she spotted them, her face lit up with a bright smile. "Oh, perfect timing! I was just about to look for you three."
Adrian raised an eyebrow, glancing at her dress. "Did you, uh, wander into a fairy tale by accident?"
Ivara laughed. "No, I just didn't feel like wearing my usual today. I do own things other than training clothes, you know."
"Didn't say you didn't. Just… unexpected."
