Snippet #1450537

Perrin's eyes flashed open, as he had been holding them closed. "Hmm?" His face showed surprise, blue eyes widened rather than being narrowed. No one really liked to deal with him that much. Most didn't approach him unless it was absolutely nessisary. His eyes trailed off to the side, narrowing once again, his brows drawn up towards the center. "O-oh. You're sure? I suppose i could." He slowly lifted himself upright, rubbing at the side of his head. Even he didn't quite understand why he felt so uncomfortable making eye contact with his own family. Or, who were supposed to be his family. But he still felt lower than them- being of half peasant blood.

Drawing himself up, he closed the book that sat on his lap and placed it down with barely a sound on th coffee table. Perrin took a deep breath, then half-dragged himself across the room to sit at the piano. Laying his fongers on the keys hesitantly, he looked back shyly at Anna for reassurance of the act, though he clearly didn't need it.