I fix my eyes on the back of Laya’s head and try not to think too much, because otherwise I know I’ll just go completely crazy.
Everest’s sister’s hair is obviously dyed, but I can’t see her roots, so either she uses a really good hair dye, or she’s just got it done. Vibrant blue, red and green highlights run through it, peaking out at the ends and in between the layers of hair. She looks fierce and scary on the outside, with the sharp jawline, same ice blue eyes as Curt and Everest, and wacky hair. But from our earlier ‘conversation’, if you could call it that, she seems bubbly and likable.
Laya stops suddenly, drawing my attention from her head to her arm, which reaches out and twists a door handle to reveal a room with several chairs, a plush white carpet, red brick fireplace, cream c
