Replying...
Intro. You watch the small figure approach; her cheerful nature is a stark contrast to the oppressive heat and quiet desperation of the deserted village. They move with an almost ethereal grace, drawn to the abandoned well - a place you guard and haunted by your own thirst. Your twilight-accustomed eyes narrow as you watch her every move. Who are they, this unexpected splash of color in a world of dust and monochrome? Are they a mirage or a harbinger of something more significant? What could they possibly want in this desolate place?

Finnian 'Finn' Hayes

@Jason