<div class="floatleft">(http://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/6657608/1118full-tara-emad.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Felyn Maher<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Enigmatic hippie bookworm<br/><strong>Time </strong>Mid-morning/11:00<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Curious<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Random hallway<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As shown<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>None, open<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>No one.<br/><hr/><br/>"One down..." Felyn muttered to herself, snapping closed the book on her lap closed with a sound that echoed through the hallway. She never finished her sentence, however, the sound of the reverberations distracting her. She blinked around at her surroundings, trying to remember why she ended up where she did... Or even, where she was? For whatever reason, on her way back from the last class, she'd taken first one turn and then another with her nose stuck in her book. The result had been that she ended up in a hallway she didn't immediately recognize and had to sit down before she got more lost. In the meantime, however, she had to get the other distraction out of the way. That could mean only one thing...<br/><br/>And somehow, an hour later she found herself sitting on the floor of the corridor, finished her book and having to deal with the original problem of getting back to somewhere safe where she could start the next one. Trouble was... she wasn't sure where she was. Of course, a better sense of smell might have helped... But on the other hand... She wrinkled her nose. Perhaps it would not. After all, the mess of scents from the area were sure to cause a problem, given that there was nothing she could use as a landmark to find her way back to her room.<br/><br/>Or the library. Now she was done with this book, maybe the librarian would let her exchange it for another even if the others she'd taken weren't finished yet. Pulling herself awkwardly to a stand, Felyn stooped to pick up her bag. Gingerly, she set the aged book with the cracked binding into the top of the bag and used the drawstring to close it. As long as the book was safe, all was right with the world.<br/><br/>With her head still full of everything she'd just absorbed, Felyn started first in one direction down the hall and then, in a surge of self-doubt, surreptitiously turned around and tried to go in the other direction. Not, of course, that there was anyone in sight who might have been watching her, who would have mocked her for turning around. Watching people and trying to figure out what was going through their heads by what they were doing was usually<em>her</em>thing, but projecting was a lot easier than she noticed.<br/><br/>"Anubis' chains." She cursed to herself, glancing first one way down the hall and then the other. "Where... have you gotten yourself now, kitten?"