With the sort of individuals she was hoping to attract to her side, she thought that it would hold sufficient interest for them. Zana and Theo were motivated by wealth, the promise of riches certain to bring them running, even though they had access to new money and a great deal of it. Of course, there were ways to enrich a person beyond coin but those two could only see nel and it seemed a given that they would always want more, especially Zana - she was Delroth's daughter after all. As for Doran... well, the promise of knowledge should be sufficient hook for him from what she'd seen. If they didn't turn up then she would be more than disappointed; the Immortal would be distraught.
Before noon came, the Immortal of Beauty could be found seated upon the topmost yew pew, furthest from the doors. The two silent guards that flanked the entrance were ignored by the woman and they ignored her in return, presumably not wanting to interrupt her in what they thought was her private worship. In her hand, she held an ornate card, hand-painted with a representation of herself in her most common guise, adorned with flowers and billowing fabric. The flowers were everywhere, crowning her representation, wrapped in garlands around her wrists and populating the background. Somehow in spite of the clutter, it wasn't garish but quite pretty and the woman found her attention focused on it, pining for the colour that was contained in the image.
However, Edasha was doing her utmost not to draw attention to herself and so was hardly comparable to the figure illustrated before her. The form she held to-trial was human and female, the Immortal unable to stop herself from embodying some ideal of beauty even though she was meant to be incognito. Still, she had taken most of the colour out of herself. Her hair was blonde but so bright and light in shade that it was almost white, her skin a paler hue still so that if she stood outside Viden's icy walls, she might well be indistinguishable from the snow that coated the land hereabouts. Still, she wasn't one of those sickly, wan creatures, a picture of radiant health, vibrancy glowing from her skin, even if she seemed to lack colour. Her irises had been similarly stripped, a shockingly pale shade of silver-blue, brightness seeming to emanate from them. It made her appearance ethereal, unreal, closer to some of the ghosts that came out of the Beneath and yet she was stunning. Yvithia might be queen in these parts - even if she didn't call herself such - but she didn't look the part but Edasha did.
She was the Ice Queen.
Ice Queen or not, the Immortal was not revelling in her majesty, a powerful desire to avoid conflict and confrontation leaving her unwilling to come to Yvithia's attention. If she knew that she was here, she would likely suspect that she was planning something, carrying out some agenda that would benefit Faldrun or Audrae. They didn't know that she was here, of course - no one did.
By the time the first of her invitees had arrived, the icy blonde had left the pew, kneeling on the stone floor instead, the card on the ground before her and a candle lit beside it. Her face was largely hidden, a scarf covering her mouth and her figure swathed in furs. Her guests would likely see that she was the only one present aside from themselves, perhaps choosing to talk to one another before they approached her to see if she was their mysterious contact. Whenever and whatever way they chose to approach her, they would discover the same scent of perfume clinging to her, subtle at first and yet growing in intensity and familiarity if they focused on it, alluring and intoxicating. As soon as someone stood or knelt before her, her eyes would rise from the card and candle that she gazed at so intently, silvery-blue eyes fixing on her target for long, silent moments before she tugged the scarf down to reveal dusky pink lips, the most colourful aspect in her pallor.
"Do you seek beauty?" she asked softly. Each would be looked at, each would have the question posed to them and while they could say what they liked and question, each would receive no response - not until they answered that one question.
- Theo Nji'Ryn