YAWN.

a petite hand lifts up to cover her mouth. movements slow from the never — ending exhaustion she feels. eyes flutter open, revealing dull green eyes. in front of her, there is a male who’s footsteps woke her up. an unknown stranger within the world of the library. 

who is he ? what is his story ?

“ can i... help you ? ” her speech is soft and quiet. the fact she just woke up is present within the words she speaks. one hand now balls up in a loose fist, rubbing at one of her eyes. trying to keep herself awake for more than a few moments.