Atani flexed her toes gently against the warm sand. The soft grains acted as a miniature blanket in the heat. To cool off, the elf held a ruby drink in her hand. The chilled glass was filled with a mixture of champagne and pomegranate juice. Only a couple ice cubes floated to the top. She swirled it before taking a sip of what she recently learned was called a pomegranate mimosa-- not the traditional flavor evidently, but it was the one she was most familiar with. The drink went by a different name from where she came from, and it was made with a different sort of sparkling wine; however, she did have to admit this human variant had a certain je ne sais quoi to it (that was a phrase she learned came from Minstrel, the same country the champagne was from).
While the introverted Wood Elf looked to be in a state of utter bliss by her lonesome, she was to meet someone that day. Another mimosa was sitting in the cooler awaiting his arrival. They had not seen each other for quite some time due to the foreign discourse, and there was much to discuss... Particularly of a matter regarding the guild, though she had not yet mentioned that to him. And she was hoping to put that off for as long as possible.