Ceres/Divina/Open.
Not far away, Divina was watching the scene with the same distaste for politics. Being from a political family afforded her some insight, but what mattered the opinions of a family that rejected her? Though they would not have been so uncouth as to throw her out of the space allocated for the Marcoses, she'd refused their company, their charity. Instead, she stood amongst her Guildsmen. (The common folk in general was, perhaps, too much dressing down for even she.)
A ripple in the crowd forced her to move a few paces to her left. She very nearly bumped into the taller blonde before she caught herself. Dark eyes flicked up to see who it was, and then, for a brief moment, widened in surprise.