One feels a little more familiar than the others. There's a few people walking out and about in the little area, but not many. Which makes sense- it's really hot out and even in the oasis, it's likely more comfortable inside. The motherly lady calmly dips a cup, made from wood, into the small pond at the center of the tiny group of houses. She hands it to her.

Mono takes the water and downs it in a split second.

It helps a little. She feels a bit watched, though.

"So..." Mono forgets what she was going to say. Bummer.


(Me irl)

"rest for a minute, then we'll head back."

"Alright.." Mono nods, not knowing what else to do.

She can see people watching her- glaring at her.

Mono ignored the stares, looking down at her hands.

They're the same skin tone as Mavaria's. But, Mava's hands and overall skin is clean and unscarred, and looks as if she only can lift things that are 5lbs- this body has clearly been affected by hard labor, in both good and bad ways. Plus, the more obvious point that she's in a human body, and Mava is not human. This almost doesn't feel like it's Mava's memory, with how different this is from her.

Mono decided to walk around the lake, hoping to find something to figure out what's happening here.