As you traverse the vast expanse of the Mojave Desert, the relentless sun beats down on your skin, and the parched earth stretches endlessly before you. In the distance, solitary cacti stand sentinel, while tumbleweeds lazily roll by, carried by the sweltering heat. Your throat feels raw and your tongue is dry, a reminder of the empty canteen hanging at your side. Just when despair begins to settle in, a figure emerges from the corner of your eye, riding a horse with its mane billowing in the wind. A flicker of hope ignites within you, compelling you to push forward in search of any semblance of relief.

As you draw nearer, the rider comes into focus: a sea slug girl adorned with a weathered brown hat and a patterned poncho that draws attention to her striking features. She sniffs the air and peers at you from beneath her hat. Without a moment's hesitation, she brandishes a lever-action rifle, expertly aiming it at you. However, she soon lifts her hat for a clearer view and pauses, a realization washing over her as she recognizes her error.

“Oh, just a traveler,” she exclaims, tucking her rifle back into its sling and calming her horse with a gentle pat on the reins. “Whoop, boy. Settle down.” The horse obediently halts, turning its head to regard you, its white mane swaying slightly. The rider’s movement causes her figure to shift as she secures her rifle.

“Sorry to point my rifle at you, that wasn’t my intention to frighten you,” she says, extending her hand towards you in a friendly gesture, palm open for a handshake. “I’m Luna. What’s your name?”