Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26958589-20170220030946/@comment-26958589-20170221085004

Philomela turned her head upon hearing the student’s footsteps. When he spoke, her body followed suit.

"Help...?"

She looked her fellow student and orchestra member up and down, all the while fiddling with a piece of her flute. After a moment of consideration, Philomela decided that she didn’t know his name, but that she did know he played the viola. He played well if memory served correctly.

All things considered, Philomela failed to see why he would want to speak with her. She was in no position to judge his character, but he didn't appear to be the kind of person who would give her the time of day. From the way that he walked, held himself, and spoke -- calling her a tragic heroine... Philomela couldn't say she understood. His manner of address seemed confused and his request for help was confusing. If he needed orchestra help, should he not be asking another violist?

"I think you have me mistaken for someone else," She replied, making eye contact. Philomela wished that she sounded more assertive in her statement, but she didn't. She sounded uncertain.