These type of things were always weird to her, and she had always been sure that she wouldn't need to have a part until she actually went to a kind of high school or something. As it was, walking in high heels was still some kind of at that eluded her, and she had to walk much slower than she was used to. The pain she preferred to thinking though, particularly when there was a lot on her mind.

She was, sadly, without an escort this evening, as this was obviously one of those things vikings took no part in. Instead, she was standing about, drinking a glass of wine, looking rather solemn.