Artemis hovered near the bar, her eyes scanning the milling crowd in hopes of catching Hermes or another of her siblings. The light caught on the gold and copper beading on her black jumpsuit, which picked out a snake motif around the waist and bust. ('Hydra', the garment had been called. That, as much as anything, had drawn her to it.) Her hair spilled loose over her shoulders in a cloud of dark curls.
Then-- wait. That was a familiar face, though not one she'd been expecting. Artemis broke into a smile as she moved to greet the nymph. "Daphne!"