RP:Annabelle meets Parsithius

Annabelle stops in the doorway a second time, looking around the same room she had left previously. She closes the book she had her nose tucked neatly in and she smiles at the other here. "Hm." She looks Parsithius up and down and thinks before she speaks. "Hello." It would be bad etiquette to ask a favor before first introducing one’s self. You looked at Parsithius.

Parsithius pauses, turning his head to look over his shoulder, "Can I help you?"

Annabelle stifles a small laugh, almost musing at herself. Clearing her throat she responds. "Forgive me for the rude intrusion, but…" her pause was meant to give her more time to explain the most ridiculous of things.”…Well, I just moved here and, believe it or not I seem to have lost my way home. Could you point me in the right direction of the river?"

Parsithius blinks, shifting his plate-mailed body, "The river?"

Annabelle seems uneasy at his short responses. She bites her bottom lip, pulling the tattered book closer to her chest with both arms. She exhaled a small excusable laugh and makes light of her predicament. "Forgive me; I can see you are very busy. I am sure I can find it myself." She bows her head politely and fishes for her page in the book, ready to study all hours of the night whether she found her home or not. Her last mumble was more in jest to herself. "That's what I get for reading and walking…" She turns slowly toward the door, her chartreuse gaze already lost to the pages she so desperately clung to. Parsithius blinks, tilting his head ever so slightly; however, he's seen weirder. Thusly, he gets back to work.