<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/ouaxT.jpg)</div>Orianna wasn't late. She was<em>never</em>late. At least, that's what she continued to tell herself as she glanced down at her watch over and over. It turned out hauling a cello onto the subway was much more difficult than she'd expected, and had caused her to miss the first train she wanted to catch. The idea of being late to anything, especially something like this, was downright horrifying to her. She governed herself by a strict code of manners, and was not eager to break her own rules. At the moment, she was just grateful nobody on the train recognized her - she'd achieved a certain level of fame with her live performances and studio albums, but the fame was relative. 'Famous' for a classical musician was barely anything, but there was always the chance people knew who she was.<br/><br/>The train ended up pulling up to the platform later than she wished, but sooner than she expected, and she grabbed her cello case and walked out onto the platform. Her eyes, a striking violet color, were simply something of curiosity to most mortals, but a dead giveaway to any other kithains as to what she was. They were rimmed in a bit of smoky black makeup, and her long black hair had been tossed into a messy bun, several strands looking like they were trying to escape. The neutral expression on her face combined with her heavily lidded eyes made it seem like she was in a constant daydream, when in reality the slaugh failed to miss anything around her. Her pale skin was covered by a black sheath dress, with lacy sleeves cutting off just above the elbow and a collar that buttoned up to her jawline. The effect made her regal and slightly imposing, almost looking more like a moving statue than a living woman.<br/><br/>Of course, to her fellow fae she looked quite a bit more unusual, as her face was obscured by a slightly translucent black veil, her dress that of a Victorian woman in mourning.<br/><br/>Carrying the cello over to the group of kithain, she gave a small nod of acknowledgement to the group. "Well met," she greeted, her voice soft and smooth as velvet, "I apologize for my lateness. It seems it is more difficult to bring a large instrument onto the subway trains than I had previously thought."