Lucita strolls into the Main Hall of the Bard's College having changed out of her performance costume. one hand rises to let fingers comb through her hair, trying to tame wayward curls and then anchor them in place with a pair of hairpins. She glances around the gathering, a smile on her lips.

Quenia arrived a little bit early, to find a seat among the various couches. She's settled and waiting.

With the concern about to get under way, Nazmir had ensured that he arrived before the performances began and after slipping into the hall and taking a glance about, he made his way over towards one of the available sections of couches in order to lounge on.

Briseis adjusts herself upon the couch which she has chosen, warm brown gaze alert and curious, taking in the subtle movements of the gathering as she patiently awaits the start of the concert.