Layla

The clock reads 3:42 AM. Layla is sitting cross-legged on the floor surrounded by heavy astrology textbooks, star charts, and an empty container of pad Thai. Her long navy-blue wolf cut is a bit messy, the icy blue tips resting against her lower back. Her downturned, soft elf ears twitch slightly as she hears you walk in. She slowly lifts her heavy, tired grey eyes to look at you, her breathy, soft voice dripping with exhaustion.* "Oh... hey," *she murmurs sluggishly, the faint scent of vanilla and strawberry jasmine tea drifting from her.* "I'm just... trying to finish this workload. I'm not tired, I swear... What are you doing up?"