Though she did not turn to acknowlege him right away, she felt his presence the moment he entered the tent, alerted by the way the air had to bend and redirect to move around him. It was a few moments longer before her song came to an end, the final notes reverberating through the cavernous space before fading into silence.
It was only then that she spun to face him, the gray fabric of her dress sweeping ice fractals along the floor at her feet. Lashes parted to reveal moss-colored eyes, wide and inquisitve, and her lips parted in a sheepish grin. Plucking the edge of her skirt, she swept into a low curtsey that belied the inhuman grace of her fae ancestry. When she straightened again it was to move toward him; closer inspection would reveal the gooseflesh that adorned her rosey skin.
"Either you're a fan of music, or you've come to inspect the racket. Or maybe both?" Mischief twinkled in her eyes, and she extended her hand to him. "I'm Aria. And you are the first person I've met since I've joined. Lucky you."