Gaja's pleasantly surprised by the invitation. He's encountered Iseul a few times, but he wouldn't say they're much more than passing acquaintances. Then again, the host is Fae so he probably keeps track of anyone he's ever encountered in a slightly more than negative way. Be polite and hospitable in case he needs something from someone in the future. That seems to be his way, of so Gaja assumes. Well, he too might need a favor someday, so he won't turn down the invitation.

He arrives promptly at 8, clad in a jumpsuit of gold and white that mimics the appearance of feathers (he has such a fondness for them) and a matching mask. Beneath it, his eyes are painted dark and gold flecks his skin. Rather than mingle immediately, Gaja heads straight for a seat at the timing room table, feasting on the many varied meats available. He tears them apart with his fingers as if they were claws before popping small, shredded bites into his mouth.

Every now and then, he glances up from his plate and cocks his head around to see if anyone he might know is there. Maybe even a specific someone....