[The desert is home to her, the guardian of the desert river of Oblivion. Lethe appears not far from the watering can. There don't seem to be many plant or flowers nearby, but that's also the case in her home.
Exploring has its dangers, and Lethe makes a misstep that leads her plummeting down into the quicksand trap. She narrows her eyes; a trick? A trap? She knows the ways of quicksand, and carefully makes sure to avoid it. Her way out will have to be elsewhere. For now: forward.
To a watering can? She's sure there's no use for one in this place. She picks it up idly anyway, and turns it over in her hands as if she'll gain some hint of how it came to be left here.]
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Exploring has its dangers, and Lethe makes a misstep that leads her plummeting down into the quicksand trap. She narrows her eyes; a trick? A trap? She knows the ways of quicksand, and carefully makes sure to avoid it. Her way out will have to be elsewhere. For now: forward.
To a watering can? She's sure there's no use for one in this place. She picks it up idly anyway, and turns it over in her hands as if she'll gain some hint of how it came to be left here.]