<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ma170wW8YH1rxnmcvo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Layla Ambrosine Le Blanc (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=195974.msg9564486#msg9564486)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Eva<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Robichaux's Academy, eve's room<br/><strong>When: </strong>Friday the 13th of June, morning<br/>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=112765205)<br/><hr/>Layla simply nodded as Eva said she understood when it came to the coven there wasn't much Layla wouldn't do to protect it. It had become the only home she had ever really had, and Layla wasn't about to let someone take it from her easily. Not that she was ever going to admit to something so sentimental, least of all to Eva.<br/><br/><strong>"I've been studying the craft since I arrived here; there isn't a book in the library that I haven't read at least once. And despite what some may think I have not run from my gift and have studied hard."</strong>Layla spoke with a bit of conviction in her voice,<strong>"They seemed scared of their own skin, and much less the powers and spells we will be dealing with. They will either get over that or get eaten alive."</strong>Layla shrugged as if she could care less which way it went, though part of her knew that if she didn't help them, then they'd probably end up being more of burden than anything else. The idea of trying to teach them though almost made her groan in anticipated frustration.<br/><br/>The teasing words that came from Eva actually got Layla to smirk a bit. But she let it go as that not wanting the girl to suddenly think one well timed joke made them friends. Granted when she mentioned using hot pink Layla sighed,<strong>"Why am I not surprised you have hot pink thread." </strong>she shook her head and almost laughed as she closed her eyes and prepared for what was going to happen next.<br/><br/>The first strike of the needle stung, her flesh stretching as Eva pulled it back into place. Pain echoed through her shoulder and back but not one word of protest came from Layla. In fact as the pain slipped over her body Layla closed her eyes and took a few deep calming breaths. Layla seemed to fall into a zen like state as Eva worked, not saying or reacting to anything until Eva finally spoke up again.<strong>"That was quick."</strong>she said looking over her shoulder gently,<strong>"I should be ok but I'll keep it in mind."</strong>she swiveled around to face Eva as she picked up her blood stained shirt.<strong>"Yeah if you want...and…ah...thanks."</strong>Layla actually thanked Eva, she had after all actually stitched her up and everything.