Lady Morana looked positively sullen as she stared out of the window at the passing sights of the city. India had been so bright and colourful compared to home, with its cerulean blues and burnt oranges.  But now it was back to the grey. Different city, same grey.  Her fingers slid across the bright blue fabric of her sari as her eyes scanned the entrance to her new home, Ashwood Abbey Seattle.  The car door opened for her and she gathered her skirt and stepped into the cool air, wondering exactly what she would find here for her "education".  Morana expected things to run a certain way, and thankfully, she noted that as she walked towards the front door, it opened to allow her in, then closed heavily behind her, the staff member bustling away unseen.  She was expected after all.<br/>Her almond eyes light scanned the area, the diamond on her forehead catching every facet of light it could, competing with the Lotus shaped emeralds adorning her upper right arm.  She looked everybit the Indian Princess, her heritage showing through in her features, she was just too pale.  In her hand she held a small scroll with her family insignia pressed into the sealing wax, her letter of introduction to this place, so strange and yet so familiar to home.<br/>With a distinct air of snobbery Morana stood and waited to be welcomed by her kin, a dim shiver of excitement running up her spine.