Troy wandered the grounds where the party was about to take place, making last minute adjustments and checks, specifically to the flora that was directly linked to the holiday (roses, frankincense, marigolds, etc). He himself was donning a few vines of ivy over his otherwise shirtless torso, and down along his arms. Tattoos on display, of course. Everything looked great, as was his luck. He'd been hoping to find a major flaw or set back - anything to keep his mind occupied beyond the horrible events that had occurred over a month back.
There were highlights, of course, and he'd gotten a godhood out of the deal, but the price that had been paid haunted the florakine. He hadn't quite been himself since. Which was, unfortunately, really obvious, seeing as 'himself' was such a loud, apparent state. In attempts to uplift his spirit in order to get turnt, Troy wandered from his work and toward where a few of the courtiers had gathered for a pre-party, then strode toward Will. "Gonna get pregnant tonight?"