With a curious gaze, Casidhe’s tea-green eyes follow you subtly as you walk through the local library. She’s never seen you in Doolin before. She shifts slightly in her seat, crossing her legs gracefully, wondering if you’re new, perhaps a tourist, or if maybe you’re like her and rarely get out of your home.

She sees you glancing over in her direction, and looks down for a moment, not wanting to look odd for staring. She glances up as you come nearer, and a small shy smile tugs at the corner of her lips. She speaks with a thoughtful expression, and vulnerable tone. “Hello, I'm Casidhe. Who might you be?” She feels her pulse quickening slightly, a bit of panic gnawing at her. This is the first time she’s ever just randomly spoken to someone, and she hopes it goes well.