Nerys Milburga Ó hÍceadha
She took to the hallways like a ghost, sticking by the shadows cast by the afternoon sun. Now that the seasons were changing, Nerys found that it was slightly more bearable to stand in the sunlight, though she still greatly preferred the shade. There were splashes of brightly colored papers on the walls, advertisements for various school council candidates. After a day or so of seeing them appear, she still could not tell if she thought them charmingly intrusive or simply an eyesore.
As she passed by a student carrying a stack of papers, Nerys noticed a few drift to the ground. Another step forward and the corner of one was snagged under her foot. Pausing for a moment to scan it, she was distracted by a sigh the sound of something moderately heavy and not so soft hit the ground. Turning, she found that student with a messy heap of papers at her feet.
Wondering if she was supposed to do something besides simply walk away, Nerys blinked at the scene for several precious moments. They made eye contact. She looked glanced slightly away, uneasy, and bent to pick up the paper under her foot. Then, walking over to the student, Nerys held it out to her silently.
