<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/ouaxT.jpg)</div><em>Ori.</em><br/><br/>If that nickname had come from the mouth of, presumably, anyone else in the universe except Ellen, Orianna would have turned on her heel and walked away. But something about the rabbit-y girl was... irritatingly endearing. So she let it slide, although she was certain anyone else who knew her better would have cackled for weeks if they heard it. She was hardly one for nicknames, or terms of endearment in general.<br/><br/>W-wait. Did the pooka just say<em><strong>'my new best friend'</strong></em>? If it was possible, Orianna's complexion became paler. Rubbing the bridge of her nose with her free hand, she sighed. "Stuff and nonsense," she murmured under her breath - which wasn't at all difficult to do for the sluagh. Still... Orianna had to admit that today was panning out to be a lot more interesting than she'd initially anticipated. In actuality, she was having quite a pleasant time, even though it was nearly impossible for anyone else to tell that she was. A small smile played on her dark lips, partially obscured by the black veil that covered her face.<br/><br/>She glanced up at the newcomer, the satyr, but chose not to introduce herself as he only addressed the nobility directly. The speaking staff amused her, and she looked at it carefully, violet eyes seeming to glow with her curiosity.