I hate Nymla. She tossed this wonderful witch costume together with stuff she had laying around. I couldn't put something this good together if I slaved at it for a week. Heh.
"husband and wife" he handed her the photograph delicately. " they arrived here a few years after i was born from the sea cities, we could tell they had been chased out for being rebellious even though they never said it. she used to cry all the time about leaving something so precious behind to protect it, now i know they must have meant you."
Brief - Post apocalyptic setting - Female, late teens. Stern, world-weary expression - Clothing cobbled together from whatever she can find; goggles, makeshift knife on belt, beat-up rifle on shoulder - Sack/ trashbag filled with belongings