Presumably it comes as no surprise that Ilde eventually ends up by the pools - it's not unusual when she wears a dress long enough for it to become inexplicably damp around the hem if she isn't paying attention (magic, it's exciting), but tonight she has indeed come by it honestly, exploring the interconnected areas and carrying her shoes. Her grip on her illusions is loosened, here, and the lights reflecting off the water catch on her skin, gleaming, which makes her a pretty bit of background as someone else takes a drunken tumble and she laughs, startled, navigating a few fast-paced steps in a half-circle not to end up set off balance herself by the ripples of stumbling around the edge of the pool.

It's probably a good thing she hadn't ordered a drink yet, anyway; she's meandering with vague intent towards one of the bars out here for a non-alcoholic cocktail she can nurse on a lounge chair until she decides where she wants to go next. Maybe she'll go put her shoes in her hotel room.