Jord arrived fashionably late - about half an hour or so. She had been in no great rush to attend a gathering of the gods, but in the end it was likely that she could see or hear something interesting and anyway, Adonis had dropped a hint or two about wanting to be there. Of course, at this stage, it was far too dangerous for them to be seen together...but in masks?
And so she emerged from her limousine (alone, she wasn't about to blow Adonis' cover by coming to some party together), her dress flowing around her, mask of thin metal obscuring her features. Her tattoo - a bare and gnarled tree -- twisted around and up her side, partially visible since the dress was backless, and her feet were in four inch stilettos. Jord may have been ancient, but she had been playing the mortal power game for awhile now, and she certainly knew how to look that part of a woman in power.
She wandered in, snagged a glass of champagne, and walked slowly through the ranks of the other gods, waiting to notice one...or be noticed.