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[color=F4BC5E][b]Time[/b]:[/color] Morning 
[color=F4BC5E][b]Location:[/b][/color] Her bedroom [/color]
[color=F4BC5E][b]Attire:[/b][/color] [url=imgur.com/0JLDJdN]Her dress[/url]
[color=F4BC5E][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] [@Lava Alckon] - Farim
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[color=silver]Laying in bed and reading the Caesonian newspaper had brought Layla to tears [i]laughter[/i]. What kind of pathetic morons ran this town? How did they find time to publish this? The Damien family sounded wild, and the comments regarding a cowlicked blond had her giggling. Whoever that wanted girl was looked sickly and was definitely a peasant in her eyes. The comments regarding the Vikena’s had her holding her stomach from laughing. It seemed they were notorious for stupidity. Later tonight, they would dine with her family, something Layla looked forward to. She had briefly woken Zilal out of his nap from laughing and immediately apologized to him. She looked over the events and sighed. What boringness did this town have to offer? Were all their establishment as plain and boring as this? 

[i]The Taste of Alidasht[/i] caught her eye. While she pondered if these vampire-looking citizens could boil an egg, the delicious sound of silence was broken by a knock, followed by a familiar voice. Layla narrowed her gaze and lowered the paper. It was one of the last people she'd ever wanted to see. Her skin began to crawl while a surge of venom surged throughout her. She paused before answering to allow herself to relax and then sat up slowly. She gazed at the door with narrowed eyes and watched Zilal uncurl himself and face the doorway. [color=F4BC5E]”Come in.”[/color] Her voice was cold and the scowl remained on her face. She quickly fixed herself up before he’d come in. [/color]