Having acquired the message beforehand, Ceartas had stopped her usual tending of her garden to go hunting. The blessing of this world afforded her the ability to make hunting much easier - she willed a flock of geese to come right to her as she began to kill them one by one. Her abilities did not last as long as she wanted them to, though; four geese were all she had time to bring down before her influence waned and the geese fled in terror. One feathered fiend had the courage to defend his dying comrades though. Its sharp beak managed to give her a small cut on her arm, before she put that one down, too. And so she had five delicious meals to add, all for a drop of blood.
On the day of the event, she carried the meals within a small sack that she hauled in her maw. From the angle of her arrival, she had plenty of time to take in the gathering crowd, notice who she recognize, and take in the appearance of those she didn't. That wouldn't do. Before that, though, she would make her way to Caedwyn and Enya, dropping the sack before them before bowing in a show of respect, “I caught zem yesterday - for the get-together,” she says, her German accent immediately detectable as usual, but easily understood. She would take out one of the carcasses; it had not been defeathered - there was no coddling here - but they were kept fresh for everyone. She placed it on top of the sack, an invitation for anyone to grab.
After a small bow of farewell, she makes her way over to @Bermuda, his name unknown to her but hopefully not for long. As she nears, pale yellow eyes attempt to lock onto his, a silent message of her intention. She would find a seat beside him, facing towards the party and keeping polite distance between their forms. Then, in her usual somewhat-stoic but casual tone, she says, “You are a new face. Or perhaps shy? My name is Ceartas, ze resident doctor. What may I call you by?”