<div class="floatright">(http://s12.favim.com/orig/160906/brock-o-hurn-Favim.com-4704462.png) </div><strong>NAME:</strong>Troy McNair<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>October 30th - very early morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Gardens<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Libby<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong>:(<br/><br/>Troy watched her work. It was... macabre, to see the little bird flapping around,<em>attacking</em>her after it had been dead. But for some reason this was very, very important to Libby. He had to clench his fist from going over to grab the little un-dead thing to keep it from hurting her, but that was not what she needed.<br/><br/>Him either, at the moment - he started to realize. Many humans came to the Academy to either escape or confront their own demons. She was running from her past but she was also here to learn to<em>resurrect</em>hers. He watched her flipped through the book to no avail before removing her sunglasses. Troy's heart ached - they were red and streaky. From lack of sleep (he certainly understood that) or crying? Then, in something that was touching, something that helped him understand a bit more - she blessed the bird and returned it to the earth. The bird didn't seem to happy about it but he started to realize that her powers were about life, not death. And he was a distraction from it.<br/><br/>He pushed his heavy, weary weight off the tree he was hiding behind and started to head back to his dorm. He would somehow return the business card to her and then leave her alone. The books? He didn't care now. There were always more priceless artifacts to hunt down. Actually, he was looking forward to going adventuring again at the end of this year. At least then he could burn the candle at both ends and forget.<br/><br/>He left before hearing her say his name.