Studying, at night!

Drawing a yawning eye open, she needlessly rolled about before getting up and slinking towards the desk, occasionally barreling when deemed necessary. Languishing in the desk chair, a snap called the wicks to combust. Only candlelight was straining on her eyes, but the true enemy was the fatigue from the days labours.

“Hard Havi Life” the waif whispered to herself, resignedly.