Her clothes probably aren't helping much. Her pajamas, her stockings, her cardigan -- perfectly reasonable coming from winter but perhaps less so in the middle of the desert. She could get rid of the cardigan, pull off her stockings but they're the only things keeping her protected from the glare of the sun. And even through her stockings, her feet feel scalded with every step she takes. So they stay on.
She has no idea how long it is she's been walking when she sees the camp in the distance. It might be a mirage. Her brain certainly feels baked enough for it. But it's also the only anything she's seen this entire time. So it becomes her new destination.
It could be an hour or it could be five minutes by the time she finally drags herself to it. She has no way of telling but what she does know is that she's hot, sore, covered head to toe in sand and she's having a terrible day. She swallows (not that it does much good, when she doesn't have any saliva left in her mouth) and calls out, squinting into the shade of the tent, which seems like an unimaginable gloom after the glare of the sun and the sand. ]
Hello...? [ her voice cracks and croaks. not the best of first impressions. ] Is there anybody here...?
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Her clothes probably aren't helping much. Her pajamas, her stockings, her cardigan -- perfectly reasonable coming from winter but perhaps less so in the middle of the desert. She could get rid of the cardigan, pull off her stockings but they're the only things keeping her protected from the glare of the sun. And even through her stockings, her feet feel scalded with every step she takes. So they stay on.
She has no idea how long it is she's been walking when she sees the camp in the distance. It might be a mirage. Her brain certainly feels baked enough for it. But it's also the only anything she's seen this entire time. So it becomes her new destination.
It could be an hour or it could be five minutes by the time she finally drags herself to it. She has no way of telling but what she does know is that she's hot, sore, covered head to toe in sand and she's having a terrible day. She swallows (not that it does much good, when she doesn't have any saliva left in her mouth) and calls out, squinting into the shade of the tent, which seems like an unimaginable gloom after the glare of the sun and the sand. ]
Hello...? [ her voice cracks and croaks. not the best of first impressions. ] Is there anybody here...?