L O S T
Tularan Marsh
Taris
The sweltering heat and humidity which lay within the air reminded her of Vendaxa; the swampy terrain, which threatened to engulf each step she took, brought with it all manner of lecherous creatures, but it was the gnats which bothered her the most. Every exposed part of her body featured numerous bites from the tiny bugs, who knew something so small could cause such an unpleasant response? Itching, somewhat raised marks, she had in the end caked her uncovered arms in mud to keep them from her, in fact her cheeks were also covered in the same now-hardened-and-cracking substance, along with the bridge of her nose - though the latter was unintentional.
Doing so had also cooled her down, surprisingly, keeping the worst of the heat from touching her directly. That hadn't been expected, but it was definitely something to keep in mind for the future. If she ever made it out of the marsh, that was, she felt certain she was walking in circles, after all.
The sun was beginning to decline its way down to the horizon, though she knew that there remained several hours of sunlight before real issues began to set in. She had eaten well this morning in preparation, and the canister on her hip was still half full, but if she didn't find her ship by dark then her chances of acquiring further water, and sustenance, were slim.
And that wasn't even taking into consideration some of the beasties which lingered on the planet.
She sighed ever so slightly. The presence of a holocron kept her mind somewhat clear, the cube of data was run through with the peacefulness of Ashla - and in that moment she was grateful it had not been the pyramidal shape of Sith Knowledge burning a hole in her pocket.
It couldn't be too much further now, right? How long could marshland go on for, especially on a world like Taris which was shot through with urban interference...