batteries run dry

The cryptborn isn't entirely sure how she made it to the Oasis, but she's not looking gift-from-the-gods water in the mouth. Hell, she's not looking anyone in the mouth, at this rate. All she has eyes for? Getting something to drink. Getting some fucking sleep, at least until night fell and she could travel again. Summer was overrated, and she was quite fucking done with it, thanks.

It was all Henbane could do to not throw herself into the small body of water. No. She'd at least pretend to be civilized, lest anyone fucking see her out here. Afternoon sun hanging uncomfortably high around her shoulders, the girl drank her fill. Took a few clumsy backwards steps. Gaze finally shifting upwards to take in the rest of this little slice of heaven, Hen knows better than to assume she could even dream of being alone out here. Wishful thinking, but maybe there'd still be some quiet shade to rest in... hopefully.

"Speech"