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Evan gave a short nod in acknowledgment before returning his eyes forward. “Lyra... Lieeee.. rah” he reiterated softly to himself so he could remember it. As he moved on, he opened up his bag and screwed open the cap to his water bottle. Hopefully it isn’t laced with something...“Hi Evan, I’m Lyra” she gave him a smile back but was still trying to brush sand off her face and hair and legs
Making sure to conserve his water, he took gentle sips of the clear refreshing liquid the bag managed to keep cool as he went along. Passing by a few cacti and a yardang landforms, Evan started to grow concerned for how long he and Lyra had to be stranded out here for. Will we be stuck out here in this wasteland for good?