Fareeha Amari strode down the grand, royal corridor like she owned it, holding her fancy shoes in one hand, her aviation sunglasses in the other. She curiously inspected all her passerby- servants, minor nobility, princes and princesses, the occasional Duke, King, or Queen from one nation or the other. All of them were, at least, slightly curious, while some of the younger servants were considerably more keen on her, if trying to do so undetected. 

It wasn't really surprising that she was garnering so much attention- she knows politics, and how to be a lady, but sometimes, she simply won't abide by such rules. It is the modern day, after all, and while there's a point where one goes 'too far,' she did not consider her current state to be it.

Her current state consisted of sweat, lively, wild eyes, mussed-up hair, scuffed leggings and without her leather coat (she hung it up in Farih's 'stable' and forgot about it). She was marching confidently, almost forcefully down the hallways with a bright, slightly crooked smile of mischief and playfulness, only accented by toned strength, made obvious by her sleeveless tank top. 

Faree didn't stop for anything until she passed a particularly grand set of doors on her way to her room, on the opposite side of the royal palace. From between the great oaken portal, she could hear the dying notes of a particularly resonant piece- for the life of her, she couldn't place it, but she knew she heard it during her studies of various cultures. 

Pausing for a moment in the hallway, she froze. All the servants in the immediate area- some of which had averted their eyes at Fareeha's teasing winking and grins- took notice, eyeing her curiously and almost cautiously while going about their duties. And, almost as abruptly, Fareeha made up her mind about the music, and about-faced, marching back up to the door and brushing easily through them.

She was just in time to hear the smooth, rich voice of a particularly exotic princess compliment, [i][color=red]"You play very well."[/color][/i]

[color=rosybrown]"Well I'll say,"[/color] she cut in, with a hint of humor and warmth.[color=rosybrown] "No, pick another piece and continue, if you'd like. I don't think I'd mind dancing to those notes, Livvy!"[/color]

She tossed her boots next to the door, and before either of the two pretty princesses could respond, she started dancing to her own beat, lost to her own world- keeping aware of the two of them on a more secondary level of attention. She began spinning around, mouthing the words to her favorite song as she danced to its imaginary beat.