Duck Pond

Lúta knew it would do little good for her to try and remember. Likely during her illness there had been some brain damage and the pathways to the majority of the memories she'd had were destroyed. She knew it was time to start making new ones but even so it was hard for her to get out and socialize. She felt estranged from herself and the world. However, with some prompting from Raga and news of a festival she decided to at least go and observe the going on's. She found herself at a booth with wooden ducks and decided to grab one. Maybe her luck would improve.