Everything about Rose Garden was magical, from the lights on the streets to even the food being hawked by outside vendors. Beira did feel relatively more at home in this place than in a number of other places in Fiore. Magic was more comfortable to her than technology, and while in Rose Garden, magic and technology were intertwined in many cases, it was much better than places like Motor City, in which if there was any magic at all, it was masked by the stifling presence of gears and machine oil and moving mechanical parts. So apparently lifeless and unnatural. Beira knew though that she was being a little bit hypocritical. The recent realization that she was more a product of science than magic, or even natural processes filled her with some degree of self-loathing, but Beira knew better than to flagellate herself concerning something which she had no control over or contribution towards. So, while trying to sort out herself, after realizing that she didn't even know as much about herself as she would have wanted, the God Slayer decided to attempt to distract herself from the whole Incarnata business, and let her subliminal thinking process try to think sense into her story, while she sought something fun to do.
It was for this reason that she was here in Rose Garden. Honestly, she could not tell why she was exactly here. Maybe it was due to her deep-seated curiosity, in this case, concerning Fioreans and their matrimonial traditions. Utgardian culture was much more straightforward than Fiorean traditions. If a person loved another, and the feeling was mutual, families gathered, and shared drinks and gifts and fisticuffs after a cleric prayed for the nuptial pair. Well, Fiore and Utgardr had the cleric part, or a semblance of it, in common. Beira knew however, that it was too much to hope for the sharing of blows; Fioreans were apparently not as eager to do battle, mock or real, as were her people.
In any case, Beira had seen a mission detailing marital activities, and while she wasn't so eager to do anything unnecessarily romantic, the mission seemed rather straightforward: attend a wedding party with a partner, and get paid. That was almost too simple, so much that it made the Utgardian maiden almost feel guilty. But here was a mission that didn't involve blood and killing, and it would be a decent opportunity to study the traditions and customs of the people of Fiore. For this reason, she appeared at the venue of the wedding, dressed in a pale green traditional Utgardian formal dress, which meant something that had a good deal of jewelry, involved open-toed sandals instead of boots, and left quite a great deal of skin exposed. It was quite amusing to see how Fioreans reacted to her dress: with a good deal of outrage, though to be fair to them, no one came to upbraid her on her style of dressing. Some people did stare a lot at her, and not with animosity, which meant they were probably not at all averse to what she wore. Personally, she couldn't see why many Fioreans seemed flustered about someone with a dressing style different from theirs. Not like she really cared anyway. Finding a place removed from all the rowdiness, Beira seated herself at an empty table, crossed one leg daintily over the other, and waited, while sipping at a strange wine with a heady, but pleasant, taste. She'd been told she would have a partner on this mission; a date, the mission handler had called it. No idea what that was. She'd just have to find out.