[centre][b][h1][color=coral]Ceriwedyn[/color][/h1][/b][/centre] 

The black haired young woman had arrived at the school, without much hard ship. She found somewhere to sit while she waited for things to begin, and she soon fell asleep, leaning against the wall, she didn't fall off her chair. It was probably a good thing that she was asleep. The overwhelming emotions of fellow students would have, perhaps, sent her completely spirlling out of control. And that was not what she wanted on her first day. As it was, Ceri experienced weird, emotion filled dreams. The young girl had no idea what she was going to do, to survive in the school, but she had to stay. She had no where else to go, after all. What she simply wanted in the school was to, well, stay sane. 

She just wanted to find a place to belong. She hoped that that place was here. She just wanted...some understanding. She wanted to learn how to control what she could do, to learn how to make sure she wasn't going to explode, or explode someone else. Stirring awake, Ceri realised that she had missed just about everything and was probably now...weird to everyone. Sighing to herself, she moved through the crowd, keeping her ears open and listening to people. She made sure not to touch anyone, the mere empathy without touch was more then enough to make her jittery, to make her feel like she was going to become overwhelmed, and she hugged herself. 

She didn't try to get close to anyone, as she tried to make her way to the dorms, to where she hoped her gear was. Becoming more and more overwhelmed, Ceri spun away from anyone close to her, dashing away and making sure that she didn't come close to anyone. Shaking slightly, the young elf bowed her head, and breathed in and out slowly. Her hands curled into fists, her fingernails digging into the palm of her hands, drawing blood as she tried to focus on her own emotions. [color=coral]"Why can't I...control this?"[/color] She whispered to herself, letting her black hair fall over her face.