It was odd, yes, the sudden shock of it all, but Dove had quickly adjusted, her curiosity piqued by the purity surrounding the event. So, with somewhat clear hesitation, she had stripped down carefully, her wings folding loosely behind her to help keep her half covered. A soft golden glow radiated from her near flawless skin, marred only by the jagged scar across her lower hip. Her hair cascaded in dark waves over her shoulders, barely long enough to keep her somewhat modest, and her soul gem rested between her breast on a long, delicate chain.

With a deep breath, she made her way into the party, gleaning what she could from those around her and intrigued by this new form of spirituality. Nakedness, in this form, despite the awkwardness of seeing fellow foreigners, was entirely acceptable... maybe.

One would be able to find her just about anywhere in the court yard, socializing, listening to the locals explain their religion, and relaxing near (and in) the spa.

If one is lucky enough, they might just see her dance.