[Ari is busy putting out last-minute fires. That seems to be her job lately, but it's one she does well and with enthusiasm. As a result, she's largely absent from public view while preparations are underway. She makes an appearance, finally, about half an hour into the fundraiser...

Fashionably late is not inaccurate in this case. She wears a procession of skirts in sage and silver. The embroidery is of green vines running along the topskirt and her detached sleeves, though the sweetheart neckline is very modern. Clear and green crystals set in silver adorn her exposed collarbone, matching the crystal flower comb resting in her gathered hair. The brightest thing is, of course, her smile.

She makes it a point to talk to just about anyone who isn't sitting placidly at a table, though don't worry: she'll chat them up, too.]

Thank you so much for coming. I hope you're enjoying yourself. Ah, did you have a chance to visit the animals? There's this ten year old cat and he's such a sweetheart...

[After having some food and settling down a bit, she decides she wants the complete opposite of that. It's not like her to simply stand by the sidelines. Her mother isn't hosting this party-- she is. So, while a particularly energetic band plays, she decides to roll with it.

Ari touches the dance floor with one foot, then another, and soon she's wiggling along with everyone else in some approximation of twirling to the beat. Her shoes slip on the dance floor at first, but she regains her balance quickly. Her long hair might smack someone in the face, though-- sorry in advance. She's not a terrible dancer, not in the slightest, but she is wearing about four different fluffy skirts. This is why slow dancing is a thing.]