LAYLA

this blog is now closed

[stellarchart]

hello! i'm sorry to announce, but i will be retiring this blog + layla.

this is mainly due to life events. both xia nor mei, the original two alters who wrote for her have been focused on other things (and while they front frequently, neither one are hosts anymore).

we've tried to ignite the spark again, but unfortunately we haven't been able to. i think the final "nail in the coffin" was just... realizing that as we are now, we aren't able to even think about roleplay in general (partially due to system related issues that we won't get into here)

thank you all for the memories!

[stellarchart]

searching for cats (feat. god)

THREAD: Layla & Furina

[little-oceanid]

Furina looked down at the girl who fell, quite literally, to her knees in front of her. Despite herself, she extended a hand. "Miss," She checked the "phone" she had purchased for the occasion.

"Layla. Miss Layla, if we wish to catch these 'cat cakes', we need to not rush. Cats and, by extension I assume, their edible brothers and sisters, will run off if we do such a thing." It was one of few things she knew well. Her little encounter with Arlechinno all that time ago had proven that. Cats, much like the former Archon, were skittish.

Rolls : 2, 2, 5, 1, 3, 1. Result: Purple skin, brown filling, mustache, default eyes, and a ribbon. No special mutation.

She looked towards the cat cake she had picked up moments before Layla's fall. "Well, at least we found your sibling, hm?" The creature gave a meow in response. At least edible cats were as cute as real ones.

"Are you a more left or right person, Miss Layla? Which hallway would you prefer?"

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Layla let out a pitiful noise as she allowed Furina to help her up. The poor woman mumbled out apologies as she stood up. She smiled a little, looking at the three cats in front of her.

Three?

[ROLL: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 1 — Result: Blue skin, brown filling, O & Shades and a band-aid. No special mutation]

The third edible feline who walked up to Layla looked kinda like her. Maybe. If you squinted, anyways, and if she were maybe 20% cooler. She awkwardly picked it up in her hands.

"D- Does this cat look like me...?" Layla asked. Immediately she cringed. Why would you say that? If she weren't holding a cat, she'd have buried her face in her hands and groaned at her comment.

"I don't mind either hallway..." Layla said, trying to distract from her social blunder.

[stellarchart]

searching for cats (feat. god)

THREAD: Layla & Furina

[stellarchart]

Layla had no idea what Caelus asked her to, besides that she was apparently looking for... something in a supply zone and, more alarmingly, she was paired with Furina.

The Hydro Archon.

Ever since reading the text message, she hadn't been able to process anything happening. What supply zone was she even supposed to go to? It'd be too humiliating to ask now!

Breathe. Just reread the text message. A thought crossed her mind. It didn't seem like Layla, but definitely was her (because it was happening in her mind after all, and of course, thoughts in her mind had to be her- there was no time for her to think about this!). Fumbling her phone through her sweaty palms, she looked at the text message. Okay.

Okay.

Supply Zone F2. The unathletic woman ran as quick as she could to where she'd meet Furina — oh Archons, she didn't keep her waiting, right?!

As she got to the supply zone, she ran into what she was looking for. More like tripped over, actually.

[ROLL: 3, 5, 5, 1, 10, 1 — Gray skin, Orange filling, Mustache, Default eyes, Clover, No special mutation]

Layla lay on the ground from her embarrassing fall and lifted her head. Her eyes met the strange creature's — was this a cat cake? It looked like it was judging her life choices.

"Why do you have a mustache...?" Layla mumbled, still feeling like her thoughts were jostled from her fall.

@little-oceanid

[stellarchart]

One Star Guts Spark

THREAD: Layla & Yelan

[muscle-blues]

Yelan waited patiently next to Tracen Academy’s track. She checks her watch. 4:05 PM. Then she takes out her phone and checks the time. 4:05 PM. The umamusume she took on for training was running late, and that much was evident. Yelan leans against her cane, choosing not to suck her teeth in annoyance at her trainee’s tardiness. The umamusume at Tracen Academy had to juggle around a rigorous curriculum, alongside their training for the URA Finale. Yelan was understanding, hence why she wasn't that angry.

It didn’t make having her time toyed with any less bothersome, but it was understandable. 

Then, the whirlwind of apologies began echo throughout the track, and Yelan’s teal gaze met that of a panicked trainee fielding her with excuses. ‘I’m sorry! I slept in!’ Yelan checked her watch again. 4:08 PM. She chose not to say the time out loud. Oversleeping was just the excuse Yelan had expected of a student athlete. Frustrating, but understandable. “It’s fine” it was, but it was also not, “you’re here now. That being said, you need to get better sleep, Layla. It’s your first day in training, this better not become a habit.”

The trainer approached Layla with the help of her cane. Clipboard in hand, she stood before Layla, a bit taller than the timid umamusume that hadn’t even stood to attention. Yelan wasn’t going to train Layla like she was in the military, but it would’ve been nice, especially as a first time trainee. “Alright. Since we’ve lost a bit of time already, let’s get down to introductions.”

“I’m Yelan. As you already know, I’m a trainer who moved here a few years ago from the countryside of China. I’ve had a few successful trainees under my care, and I plan to have you succeed all the same.” Then, a smile finds its way to Yelan’s face. “Now that that’s done and out there, tell me about yourself. Your strengths, your weaknesses, everything you’d say for… a job interview, perhaps.”

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"R-Right! I'll try my beth-" Layla winced in pain as she bit her tongue. She cursed her ineptness. The awkward umamusume had spent so long last night practicing what she'd say to her new trainer, just another reason that she stayed up late.

I'm going to get ten more alarm clocks- no, twenty...

Before she could get too lost in thought though, Yelan had spoken again, asking Layla to describe herself. She was smiling, so it was only proper for Layla to smile too. She silently prayed that her smile didn't look too forced or awkward.

Describe herself... that was a difficult ask. If she had to answer what her weaknesses were, she'd probably say everything. Except for math, kind of. She was decent at math. Such an answer probably wouldn't be acceptable though.

"I- I'm Layla, and I work hard! I'm a hard worker!" That was true at least. Layla really was a hard worker. "I'm just... I'm just not that good at doing anything."

Layla would swear up and down that she was incompetant. But in reality, she was just overworked. Being in just one advanced class would be hard on anyone. Given the sheer volume of difficult classes Layla forced herself to take, however, it was no wonder that she was running on fumes.

Wait! She couldn't dominate the conversation like this, right? Reciprocity was important after all!

"W- What about you?"

[silentintuition]

are you sure this isn't a wild goose chase?

@stellarchart and @silentintuition

[silentintuition]

As the scribe, receiving personal mail was a rarity. If he was needed, they knocked—though, he preferred it if they just submitted a formal application—paper was easier to discard than in-person requests. But every paper that came through was a project application, a student asking for research funding. Today, however, there was a new item on his desk. A clean, crisply folded paper—at first glance, it seemed like another application.

Leaning back in his chair, Alhaitham unfolded it. Neat lettering adorned the page, differentiating itself from the stacks of nearly illegible handwriting sitting that the edge of Alhaitham's desk.

He hummed, skimming. In short, it seemed like Layla was requesting his assistance with some treasure hunting. She had mentioned a rumor of a series of clues, with only a mere portion of one being solved.

Alhaitham looked at the paper, unamused. Treasure? In what world would he spend his time looking for treasure? He eyed the trash bin next to his desk, contemplating simply tossing the letter away and pretending he never saw it. But in the end, he simply tucked it away inside his pouch.

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Augh, now why did I do that?

Layla paced back and forth in her room. Why did she send Al Haitham a letter? What use would he have for treasure? She didn't even have any use for treasure! Was it too late to steal it from his office?

Wait, how would she explain that if she got caught? "No, I'm not suspicious! I was just stealing something I sent, because it was stupid and embarrassing!"

...

Yeah no. Not going to work. Layla flopped down on her bed, growing tired of her endless pacing, and let out a muffled scream into her pillow. She'd have to go to her last resort.

Talk to Alhaitham. Apologize, and just explain she was being stupid. She didn't want it to come to this, but it'd have to.

She stood up and tentatively, slowly made her way to Alhaitham's door. Once she got there, she nervously tapped on the door, as if she were afraid a dragon might open the door and devour her like a fresh Sunsettia... a Laylettia?

[stellarchart]

STARGAZING, ⠀ fireworks always steal the show, but where’s the love for the midnight sky they obscure? on the grass outside the harbor, a few blankets and snacks have been placed, making it the ideal place to unwind and see how many constellations you can name. 

“It’s nice they offered us a place to see the stars.” Columbina muses quietly, half speaking to the stranger next to her, the other half speaking for herself alone. She may not be exactly looking upon them in the traditional sense, the way the people around them are, but a clear view comes across just as crystal to her. Even if what had been blocking her view before wasn’t the fireworks or lights, but the sky itself. “Fireworks are lovely, but I can’t say there’s much that compares to the night sky…”

Perhaps it’s ironic for her of all people to be feeling such a thing, after so long of avoiding gazing upon the sky. But irony itself makes the sentiment no less real. Perhaps, it is even realer, for it.

“That one is my favorite,” Lifting a hand, one lone finger extends towards a shining star beside the moon — one of the brightest, in her senses, though perhaps not in physical light. Much like the certain friend it now reminds her of. “It’s a bit of newer one, compared to the rest. I don’t know if it even has a name yet. But where it lives, beside the moon, like it’s keeping it company… I like that.”

The moon goddess smiles as she turns her head, now fully addressing the stranger at her side. “Do you have a favorite star, too?”

Layla squeaked a bit when Columbina started talking to her. She hadn't expected anyone to speak to her, and she hadn't expected to speak to anyone. She was just winding down after the festivities, really — Lanturn Rite was fun but overwhelming. Layla had been getting more used to people these last few months, but she would never be an extrovert. 

Oh, right! The woman next to her asked a question, and it would be rude to leave her hanging. Layla let out a small "hmm..." noise, as she considered the answer.

It was a difficult question. Really, Layla didn't think of the stars outside of her studies — there was so little time to relax when she had so much work to do, after all. That's what made nights like these so special; she could just relax and stargaze...

"I don't know. I think they're all wonderful..." She looked at the one that Columbina pointed to. "Oh! I think I studied that one for my last exam, actually. If I remember, the current name is something like..." The scholar quickly recited the name, prattling off a seemingly nonsensical list of letters and numbers.

Gah! No! What was she doing?

Normal people don't just recite... whatever the hell she just did like that! Stupid Layla! That's not how people connect with others! She buried her face, now burning with embarrassment, in her hands and let out meek apologies for her perceived social blunder.

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Can A Textbook Can Be A Weapon?

THREAD: Layla & Cerydra

[eternalthrone]

   This would be the Imperator’s second bout against the Fragmentum, yet this time she was met with a most unequipped woman to come to her side. The Imperator crosses her arms, staring at the golden-eyed woman, and at the tomes that she fidgets with, a clear, almost constant, nervousness in her every gesture. Cerydra rolls her eyes, not trying to hide her judgment but not allowing it to seep into their conversation. ‘Perhaps not every scholar is equipped for combat where she hails from.’

    She looks the scholar up and down, studying what she can at a glance. ‘Nervous, much like Dux Carminum, though she was far more equipped for a battlefield, and far less tired. A bit frail, though likely sharp of mind if she is a scholar, not too dissimilar to Dux Helkolithist or even Dux Sagax. A tedious situation…’ Her scrutiny yields further concern rather than any sort of conclusivity. 

   Clearing her throat, “we are to push back the stragglers amongst the Fragmentum.” With confidence, Cerydra approaches the young woman, her arms still in their crossed position. Soon, the Imperator is right before the scholar, looking up to meet her nervous gaze. Without breaking their eye-contact, the Imperator unfurls her arms, picking up the thickest of the tomes in her arms. “If you are not properly equipped, then it is not a poor idea to use whatever you have at your disposal for the sake of battle. However, you are still free to bow out, should you be too scared to dive headfirst into the jagged maw of combat.”

   This was the nicest way Cerydra could find it in herself to demand that this woman departs. Direct enough to insinuate that the scholar before her was not fit for battle, but indirect enough so as to not snuff whatever embers of confidence reside within the fragility of her nerves. However, should the scholar choose to continue, then it would be Cerydra’s call to command her as she saw fit, even if it means employing more cutting words. 

  Cerydra breaks the eye contact to inspect the book in her hands. “Though, even if this is the thickest of your tomes, should you choose to do combat with it, it may still prove ineffective. If you can hardly lift it to attack, then you will be placing the both of us in more grave danger than you would swinging a lighter book with more force. Keep that in mind.”

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"Right..."

Layla put down the large book she was holding. The woman was right. She had to take force into account too. That was physics, right? She wasn't good with physics.

"I'll try my best! I- I promise!"

Layla tried to sound as confident as she could, picking up a book that was much lighter but would still probably pack a punch if she hit someone with it.

She paused. No, what the hell was she thinking! Battles were fought with weapons, not All About Astronomy: Volume 2.

(Also known as AAA. Fitting name.)

"Do you... have any better weapons?" Layla asked, meekly. After just a moment of silence, she stood up from her pile of textbooks. "I- It's okay if not! I'm not using this one anymore-" Layla picked up an old math textbook. "-so if you don't have anything better, it's fine! I can manage!"

[stellarchart]

i decided to try writing a letter too... i don't think i'm as articulate as everyone else who's written a letter. but i hope this at least communicates my feelings okay enough.

[stellarchart]

"so... what happens to layla?"

hello, everyone! with the announcement of gnostic hymns closing, i have been thinking about what to do with my layla.

the answer is: well, things are going to be as usual. honestly. i still probably won't interact with blogs that weren't affiliated (just because i'm really shy, but who knows. that could change). layla's canon will remain very loose, but i wasn't strict with her canon anyways. i might try exploring other things with her portrayal that may be a little more canon divergent than what i usually do, but i probably won't (outside of random thinking rambly posts).

i will keep writing layla & this blog will remain up! i know i'm bad at replying to threads in a timely manner, but i will still try to reply to the threads i have going (if the people in the threads still want to continue them). i'm still in the server too, so if you want to plot with me, let me know!

[stellarchart]

This Counts As Volunteering, Right?

THREAD: Layla & Kazuha

[naturesmessages]

Kazuha smiled. It didn’t seem like the other was against talking, just rather shy. “You have? Which ones have you tried?” they wondered, speaking softly. Perhaps the two of them shared similar tastes? Or did they differ greatly?

Work… “It’s going well,” they began sifting through their memories of the day, “I believe we’ve managed to get a little ahead of schedule in terms of storing the tea leaves in the carts. After this, it’ll probably be back to picking leaves or carrying boxes.”

“How is everything here?”

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"It's been going well," Layla said. It was a mostly true statement — she only accidentally poured a little boiling water on her hand once after all! "No one's been causing trouble, have they?"

Layla had heard of the possibility of bandits trying to take advantage of the situation. She hadn't seen any, and thank goodness for that! Given that she was busy with volunteer work, she didn't even have any of her textbooks with her. She'd have to fight the bandits off with...

Her eyes quickly scanned what was near her. A teapot, a few plates, and some standard utensils.

Well, at least the water in the teapot was still pretty hot.

[moonpiety-moved]

𝑾𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊.

when hearts are high, the time will fly ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏୵ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ play-hosting a tavern 𝒘. the ever-dreaming layla

[moonpiety-moved]

❛     ——and  that’s  pretty  much  the  gist  of  the  game!      ❜  

𝐘𝐄𝐓  𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘  explanation given  by  the  crowning  jewel  of  teyvat’s  guides.  just  look  at  the  way  layla’s  eyes  sparkled,  stunned,  clearly  eager  to  dive  into  an  enchanting  new  adventure.  with  a  warm  smile,  paimon  gestured  to  the  doll  sitting  next  to  her,  exclaiming      ❛     just  take  her  hand  and——WAIT,  NOT  YET!           ❜  

the  doll  hardly  blinked  as  paimon  careened  towards  her  like  a  comet,  naturally  adjusting  to  allow  the  little  pixie  a  spot  on  her  lap,  hands  pulled  out  of  the  slumbering  student’s  reach.       ❛     paimon  almost  forgot——her  game  was  made  for  two  people!  deux!  zwei!  uh,  l-liang!      ❜   

her  once-sweet  expression  crinkled,  soft  face  knitting  together  in  consideration.  sure,  modifying  the  whole  game  was  definitely  an  option,  but  that’d  take  way  too  much time. and  what  sort  of  weirdo  plays  two-player  games  by  themselves anyway?  but,  it  wouldn’t  feel  right  to  cart  her  next  with  a  total  stranger,  especially  when  layla  definitely  leaned  more introverted  than  most.  the  only  person  in  mondstat  she  truly  knew  was  …  well,  paimon  herself!

❛     but  wait!  brilliant  idea  coming  into  the  top  dome  hot:  if  you  are  raring  to  play,  how  about  letting  paimon  be  your  partner?      ❜    with  enthusiasm,  she  raised  both  of  the  doll’s  hands,  face  alight  with  hope.        ❛     it’s  really,  really,  really  fun.  paimon  pinkie  promises.      ❜   

        ❛     and  if  you  don’t  have  fun,  well,  you  can  just  throw  paimon  into  the  ice.      ❜   

⏾⋆.˚ @stellarchart please do not the paimon

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"I- I'd never do that!"

Wait! Archons, no! As soon as the words left Layla's mouth, she almost dropped dead from horror. It sounded like she was saying that she'd never play with Paimon — no, no! Of course she would! She just wouldn't throw Paimon into the ice!

"I- I mean, I'd love to play," Layla said, hoping that her tone of voice didn't sound too fake. She wasn't faking anything, of course. She really did want to play, to get a break from day to day work. "I'd love to partner up with you."

Layla smiled, silently hoping her smile didn't seem too fake or creepy or weird or-

She really had to stop overthinking it. Layla reached forward to grab the doll's hands, careful not to hurt it.

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Cats & Cards

THREAD: Layla & Fischl

[stellarchart]

Did Layla really give off the impression of a cards player?

She had to admit — she'd probably enjoy the card game that took Teyvat by storm if she had time. Genius Invokation TCG (also known as GI TCG) looked like fun, but card games didn't help with her studies. As much as she wanted to indulge, the overworked student had to refrain. It would just be a distraction from her constant workload, and she couldn't afford that.

Especially because she wanted a distraction.

Layla had a good work ethic of course. She knew how to keep her priorities straight, and she never missed a deadline. However working so hard and so often came with a price: her energy.

Layla was exhausted.

She wasn't at the Cat's Tail to play around. Sure, she loved cats! She wanted to just bury her face into their fur and relax! She wanted to lay around, meowing at the kitties and begging for their attention like an idiot!

But no, she wasn't there for that. She was just here for work. Just work. Nothing else. Not cards, not the cats (okay, maybe kind of the cats). Just work. Working on her papers that she wanted so desperately to take a break from. She just needed to tell the staff member that — surely she'd understand! It would be so easy; she had done it before.

So why was saying no so hard this time?

@derimmernachtreich

[genshin-impact-updates]

Happy Birthday, Layla!

I thought coming to the cafe to study would keep me from getting drowsy, but I still fell asleep...

Looks like that "Finals Coffee" that Akademiya students are crazy about is just a marketing gimmick after all...

Heh, only she would believe that. If she's tired, she should simply rest.

I'll organize the key points for her. When she wakes, just say it was the knowledgeable Paimon who helped.

[stellarchart]

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄 ✦ I Guess That's Today...

Layla yawned as she took another sip of coffee. Doctors everywhere would probably be crying about how much coffee this sleep deprived student drank, and she knew that she was likely setting herself up for an early grave. She wasn't too worried though.

Death was a far off thought — she didn't have time to worry about it. She had to focus on her essay. Just one more page, and maybe she could rest...

Layla rubbed her eyes; she couldn't fall asleep now! Was this paper due tomorrow (or well, today, given how long she stayed up) or the day after? She didn't know. All the days blended together in her head anyways.

Even the copious amounts of caffeine in Layla's system couldn't beat how tired she was getting. Layla let out another yawn, not even bothering to cover her mouth this time.

It wouldn't hurt to rest a little, would it? The allure of sleep, even just for a moment, called to her as Layla lay her head on the desk. She didn't fight to keep her eyes open. She'd just rest for a little bit anyway; it'd be fine. Layla had been working hard.

By the time Layla woke up, the sun shone in through the window. The tired woman let out a disgruntled noise upon the sun hitting her face. Waking up took so much out of her — were it not for remembering her essay, she would have just went back to sleep right then and there.

"M- My essay!"

She jolted awake, sitting upright as she hurridly went to check her essay and how much she'd have to write. She prayed to every Archon that the essay wasn't due today or, failing that, she'd be able to finish it before class.

Like many of her assignments before, it was finished in her own handwriting.

Layla didn't even have the energy to question it. She knew she hadn't finished it, but she was too relieved that she wouldn't have to hurridly cram essay writing in. As she proofread the essay, a small note fell out from the pages.

Curious, Layla picked it up. The note was addressed to her, but strangely enough, it had her handwriting.

Happy Birthday, Layla.

Huh. Guess that was today.

[derimmernachtreich-deactivated2]

─── ⋆⋅☆ They can't make me admit the Chasm exists, right?

commission > "hey do you want to put your girl through the horrors of the chasm and having to worry about not upsetting a princess" with Layla ~

[derimmernachtreich-deactivated2]

beyond the depths of depravation lay a vast sea of turmoil only those truly greedy would ever reach, for there is no treasure without tragedy . . . in such sea was a golden bough that whispered blasphemous nothings into the ears of the seeking adventurers. many brave and foolish ones could be reduced from their over-abundantly rambunctious selves to weeping and pleading little mortals for the golden bough's treasures could only be reached through this torture. . .

and, so, comes a day where the prinzessin der verurteilung delivers judgement unto those who dared ventured into the depths of this sea. ore and gems lay scarce on the surface of the mines. like a sheet of music, where at first glance it held nothing but nonsense - only below where the musicians could understand the notes came gems. . .

“ mein fräulein, i believe there to be someone also approaching the maw of the chasm. ”

Fischl cocks her head to the side, raising a brow as she peers from where she stands behind the railing ( or lack thereof ) to see what her flying companion does. “ oh? what an enthralling revelation. . . allow us, then! to soar above and confront this measly pleb who dare trespass to this quarry with the barrier of trepidation that had emerged. ”

with the all the grace of a swan and the swiftness of the lightning of retribution, the two become one. it isn't long before they come closer to the maw of the chasm - the entrance looks like the belly of a beast that is yet to be conquered. kindly, the princess' mind wonders if there is a beast within it to be conquered - one that is the source of all the rumors the fumbling idiots known as treasure hoarders speak of.

it takes only a dive, then a flash of electric purple as Fischl and Oz separate their forms - landing ( and posing ) just behind the blue haired scholar who seems just a tad familiar.

“ halt! a thundering cloud of the unknown is ahead. . . und thou . . . is not one of the few who display the bearings of those who toil to extract the wonders of the earth. explain thyself, wanderer! ”

a pause. ah. the lady is familiar to some extent. the raven perches on his princess' shoulder and looks at the woman like how a cat looks at a fellow being surrounded by dogs.

“ mein fräulein senses you are not a miner. please explain why you are so close to the chasm's maw, miss. ”

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Layla let out a squeak, almost falling over when the familiar girl leapt in front of her. Oh Archons, of all the people...! Of all the people Layla could humiliate herself in front of, why a princess? She had just barely survived her last encounter with her, almost passing out from sheer fright.

Luckily, her mind was clearer now! She was more relaxed. It wasn't freezing now, so surely she'd be able to survive a social interaction.

Please don't execute me.

"I- I don't mean any harm!" Layla exclaimed, waving her hands in front of her frantically to show she was unarmed. In the process, she dropped her notebook and quickly picked it back up. "I'm not a suspicious person! I'm a researcher, Your Highness!"

Just like a suspicious person would say. And was that even the correct way to address a princess? Layla would have to brush up on royal etiquette if she lived past today.

"I'm being honest! I swear!" She opened her notebook frantically, showing the girl and her raven her writing. Though it'd be a miracle if either were able to read it. Her handwriting was utter chicken scratch, especially given how quickly she was flipping the pages. "I have a research project due, and I heard something was happening in the Chasm! A- And I thought it'd be interesting to research!"

[stellarchart]

Can A Textbook Can Be A Weapon?

THREAD: Layla & Cerydra

[stellarchart]

Layla didn't know how she got into this situation.

Apparently there was something going on with something called the Fragmentum, and Layla still had no clue what that was. She had been too busy helping out with the Solwarm Festival and, tying into that, trying not to keel over from social anxiety.

But the festival was over now. Layla could comfortably go home, take a week or two to recharge, and work on her schoolwork. Even before she went back to Teyvat, she could drink some more of Belobog's hot chocolate and maybe even learn the recipe. The tired woman didn't think she'd ever even get the time to make some of her own, but she could dream.

She could just relax.

She should have just been able to relax.

But nope! That was apparently too much for the already overworked woman to ask for, because now she got dragged into something that she had nothing do to with, Archons damnit! Layla could roll with the punches though (and hopefully she wouldn't get punched).

"So ah... what are we supposed to do again?" Layla asked the light blue haired woman who dragged her into this situation. As Layla asked, she quietly held her textbooks, comparing their weights as she tried to determine which would hurt more as a weapon.

Layla prayed that the Akademiya still did free textbook replacements.

@eternalthrone

[stellarchart]

DECEMBER PLOT CALL!

primary communication: ping in the server or dm on discord! you can dm me on tumblr but i heavily prefer discord. i do not mind doubling up on prompts!

✦　COMMISSIONS

Fragmentum [Requires HSR Muse!] — Suggesting this one on account of it would be So Funny. Layla would barely know what she's doing. She's armed with her textbooks, cryo powers, and a prayer.

Chasm Depths — I think this would be interesting! I'd like to put my girl through the horrors... for enrichment. I swear.

Black Raven — I think Layla would be interested in solving these riddles. She couldn't care less about the treasure itself (unless it's a good night's sleep), but she'd definitely be interested in problemsolving.