"That's true. A proper winter and a gorgeous fall," Niamh agreed with a slight smile. The changing of the leaves in the New England area was a pretty popular happening, and many tourists came up specifically to witness it.
Her smile faltered when asked what else she missed about Ireland, and her thoughts immediately went where they always did. Her family. Breandan. There hadn't been a single day in her nearly two-hundred years that had gone by where she didn't miss them. "People," she said quietly, shrugging as she continued to stare at her desk. "But that's just how it goes." Glancing up quickly, she forced a smile back on her face.