<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/Wtguest.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Beneth Farsheron<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Refugee<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Nasha al'Maena<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Library<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/>Upon hearing the voice of the woman who had joined him at the table, Beneth jumped as if someone had goosed his behind. The sudden action causes him to disrupt the leaning tower of books he had stacked nearby, and despite frantic efforts to keep it standing, it soon collapsed onto the table and the floor around them with a series of resounding<em>thuds</em>. The silence that followed seemed almost deafening afterwards. But somewhere within the massive library, Beneth was certain a mousy librarian was going "Shhhhhhh!" in response to the disturbance. In fact, he could actually hear it at that very moment thanks to his keen sense of hearing.<br/><br/>He blinked a few times as he tried to calm down, and looked over at the older woman sitting across the table. With her fine attire and even finer jewelry adorning her forehead, she could have easily been a noble. Her fair features would have been enough to catch any man's attention, as would the barest hint of cleavage on display from her dress, but he was still a little too spooked to pay much mind to the sight. Instead he met her eyes; blue and intelligent, they seemed to be studying him as she waited for an answer to her question. He averted his own gaze and began trying to gather up the books he had scattered. "S-Sorry...I didn't hear you coming..." he muttered, more surprised about that than anything else. He must have been paying more attention to his book than he'd thought.<br/><br/>He took a few seconds to try and think of how to answer her. He wasn't about to just tell her the truth, but that didn't leave him with many options. "I wouldn't call it a fascination...exactly...more of a curiosity, really..." he said, almost feeling he'd been caught trying to steal the pie from the windowsill. "I've been having some...problems with them lately...so I thought I'd try to read up about them." It sounded incredibly dubious even as he said it. The longer he sat there with her staring at him, the more anxious he began to feel. Had he made a mistake?