Calmly lazing around the lounge bar of the hotel the Guild had rented out during the Myras expansion, the Guildmaster looked dressed to kill. Far from her usually laid back wardrobe, her choice of pants and sharp black tanktop looked about as formal as woman like her possibly could without actually going to a dinner party... Like she meant business. Each and every one of her guildmates could easily pick that out, and if they could, all her guests likely would in turn.
After all, there was somebody Alisa needed to meet... The closest woman she ever had to a sister had picked a certain guild as her home, and if that weren't enough, she was getting the distinctive feeling that her long time rival had also somehow found herself in there. Alisa didn't actually know this for sure just yet, if Venus Rosé was indeed the woman she once knew as Snowflake... But the longer time passed, the more she grew certain of this, the more one single notion firmly engraved in her mind: No matter what, she'd want her own guild to always be a place those women could call home, and in turn, hoped that their guild in turn could feel like home to the mages of Blue Pegasus.
"I wonder if she'll actually come...", mused the sculptress, her fingers gliding casually over a glimmering white lump of crystal in her hand, carving out shapes out of crystal to pass the time as she thought about the meeting to come.
And so, there she sat on the comfy sofa, legs crossed crossed gracefully, cooly stirring her highball glass, shooting the occasional glance towards the entrance. Even now, she had to wonder if the mysterious mistress of Daeva Eye would actually show up, and if she would, whether she'd turn up alone or not, and if not, who were the trusted women she'd accompany herself with. In a country now utterly ruled by its guilds, finding oneself without allies could prove dangerous, no matter how strong one might be. How to have someone watching your back without it getting the way of your ambitions? For Alisa - a far more territorial woman than she let on - hers simply boiled down to not having random, obnocious hopefuls banging on her doorstep, desperate to lay claim on Southern lands. She knew Kaiser Bo too had most likely considered this conundrum and the ideal solution in much of the same way as Alisa did. Whatever her ambitions had in store, the two guilds had quite a bit more in common than most others, and fewer conflicting desires. Her agreeing to the meeting certainly boded well for a budding alliance, the only question now was what terms could the two agree on.