Hadama had brought his formal wear along, chosen with help from Flora to match his eyes. It had the benefit of having several layers with which to keep out the Deepfrost chill in the Hollowed Grounds, though it was not the most practical of outfits, perhaps. He swept in out of the snow in an emerald hanfu embroidered in gold, moving with care amidst the long, trailing sleeves and full skirts of his robes. A golden hairpiece in a wave pattern with a spray of emeralds and sapphires was tucked into the top of the high ponytail his steely hair was drawn into, and he wore a thin circlet of silver and gold on his brow. The emerald teardrop earring hung from his left ear as always, joined by several small gold hoops. Within the sleeves of the hanfu his wrists glinted with golden filigree bracers, though the only ring on his fingers held a trace of starlight about it.
He nodded to Maea, but as she looked busy with her fellow councilmembers he chose not to bother her just yet and instead made his way over to the tables of food, admiring the spread with a professional eye. Selecting a plate with care for his sleeves, he began the difficult prospect of choosing a light meal amidst the bounty that was being offered. A small sliver of roast lamb and a modest beef wellington in puff pastry joined a ladling of root vegetables in a brown sugar glaze. From there he paused over the fruit tarts, reaching for one with his tongs before hesitating and starting to go for another before a third caught his eye, leaving him caught in a moment of delicious decision paralysis.
He nodded to Maea, but as she looked busy with her fellow councilmembers he chose not to bother her just yet and instead made his way over to the tables of food, admiring the spread with a professional eye. Selecting a plate with care for his sleeves, he began the difficult prospect of choosing a light meal amidst the bounty that was being offered. A small sliver of roast lamb and a modest beef wellington in puff pastry joined a ladling of root vegetables in a brown sugar glaze. From there he paused over the fruit tarts, reaching for one with his tongs before hesitating and starting to go for another before a third caught his eye, leaving him caught in a moment of delicious decision paralysis.
