So far Val Royeaux has passed in a blur for Araceli, slipping out of a seamstresses across the street from the cafe with a glance about for Korrin; stealing her measurements from the tailors visiting for the soiree at Skyhold means the Korrin doesn't have to deal with the hassle and rude comments, and that Araceli gets to surprise her whenever the garments make their way to Skyhold. With a few of her own purchases tucked her arm, she spots Pel, setting her things down as she asks for brandy, not wine; her shard hand is the one carrying her goods so right now? Well she's just another Antivan with too much Rivaini, they're such odd creatures, especially the girls.

"Hola Pel" She greets as she finally drops into a seat, shaking out her curls as she gets a proper look at Pel because Araceli's been in Thedas long enough now to know how elves are treated, and five minutes in Val Royeaux is only a reminder of the soiree but worse. Being the common girl around nobles can be very much the same. "Do you want a drink? It's my treat."