<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/ouaxT.jpg)</div>Orianna graciously accepted a card from the Baron with a whispered, "Thank you." She examined them carefully, turning them over, her blank facial expression not betraying the unease she felt. This large social situation was enough to send her head spinning, but court was another matter entirely. She knew the way other kithain regarded the sluagh, and it wasn't exactly comforting. There was also the fact that courts were big, and there was a lot of talking, and no matter how hard she strained her voice she could never speak above a whisper. Combine that with the bizarre and almost too polite rules of slaugh etiquette, and there was a recipe for a very uncomfortable Orianna.<br/><br/>She was startled from her thoughts by Amy approaching her, holding out a phone. "Oh," she said, suddenly not entirely sure if she really<em>wanted</em>to know what kind of music this Skrillex chap made. But it would be incredibly rude to refuse the eshu, right? Almost visibly wincing, Orianna pressed play.<br/><br/>It was impossible for her to hide the shock on her face as she listened to the music pouring out of the phone. It almost looked as though she'd been physically struck as she was assaulted by the gallimaufry of noises. Loud and unrefined - it was exactly as she'd suspected. Still, the musician in Orianna was intrigued. How was this even produced? There were no organic sounds in there, no instruments she could recognize, and that alone made this worth hearing, even if she didn't care for it in the slightest. Her gaze turned back up to Amy. "Merciful heavens, how is this made?" she asked, genuine curiosity in her voice. "Perhaps it's time I invested in a personal computer."