Kitty & Illyana
Illyana wearing a color besides black, or swathing herself in anything beyond a sea of dark colors (maroon, gray, maybe some midnight sky shade very close to black) was as rare as a blue moon. But she decided to mix things up a little and go for something a little more emerald for this party, this feast. There seemed to be an abundance of food, so good thing she loved to eat - and drink. Being marry was okay too, she supposed.
It was her first time in Asgard and everything was so gold - it glinted, everywhere, layers and spirals to the buildings; the architecture was something she could study for awhile and not get bored. She had a goblet of honey mead in her hands and was wandering, though may take back her thought about getting bored since there was only so much food she could stuff herself with - also she may be a ruler herself, of Limbo, but she was not charming and didn't really care to impress anyone.
A shame no one from Hel was here. Now those people she would have gotten along with.
Spotting someone she vaguely knew, she glided up to Kitty in a swish of soft green fabric. "So much eating," she observed. "It is a wonder no one explodes." That might liven up the party, anyway.