... and it's balanced right now, but if she stays on earth extendedly the pink desert is going to start winning.

Right. Okay. She has to split her time between the worlds. 

So, updated shopping list:

Urgent shopping/action items:

— Draenei cosplay

— Survival supplies for the pink desert

— Figure out how the stone cavern garden works

— Stock stone cavern pantry

— continue work on understanding magic (return to pink desert?)

Short term plan:

— stay on Earth and hermit it up. Pick up prescriptions for the next month in best draenei costume I can improv. Save time in stone cavern so we have somewhere to retreat to if Pink Desert super sucks. 5 days earth, then [10 days alternating cavern/desert], then repeat

— Lay in some travel pills, you are definitely going to be stuck somewhere else without your refills eventually 

— get a decent tent off amazon, hope like hell it gets here inside 5 days

— Hope like hell your lease holds for another 2 years after it's up for renewal

— get a solar charger for your phone 

— buy a couple cheap solar-powered calculators for trading purposes

— do some small experiments with stone cavern garden before we go but plan it out seriously and REALLY try to save on time

She pauses. 

Like Hell am I going to sleep on the plane of everything trying to fuck me; that's just asking to get sleep-molested. Save the stone cavern for sleeping and otherwise try and exist in the pink desert straight. 

I am going to have such a time. Whether it is a good or a bad time remains to be seen. Probably Both.

She squares her shoulders, and gets to work.

She has plenty of work to do, and not much time to do it in. 

She tears apart her old hiking pack and lays in supplies. Laptop, phone, solar charging station, four liters water, tent, water purification tablets, big bag of Good Old Raisins & Peanuts (GORP for short), compass, no base map but plenty of sketching paper, extra prescriptions. She has an awkward conversation with her pharmacist ("I've joined a new cosplay club! I'm going as Ishaza, my original character. She's a draenei so she has purple skin. The schedule works out so probably be stopping off here on my way back from it pretty often, so please don't be surprised if you see me again and I'm still purple.") and a slightly less awkward telehealth appointment ("I'm planning to go backpacking and I want to lay in extra medication just in case something happens; I'm willing to pay out of pocket, can you advance me some of my prescription?") and several quick deliveries she barely needs to duck out of her room for. 

With some careful experimentation and guiding from her intution she discovers that her stone cavern garden grows any liquid, any plant, and any mineral. She promptly lays in all her favorite beverages and soups, all her favorite berries and vegetables (including pineapples), and all the everyday Earth metals and rocks she can get at least one object for. (Copper, brass, tin, iron, steel, and glass.) She plants some of her beading wire for copper and brass, a cheap glass and pot metal ring she got from a con for tin and glass, a steel ball bearing she nicked off her father years ago for steel, and plants all the colors of stone she has in her beading kit. She doesn't have any precious metals or stones but that can come later. She stocks her cavern pantry with shelf-stable foods and a can opener and discovers it's moved rooms to one with an old but serviceable gas stove and a basic kitchen area. That's a relief. She can heat soup now. 

She times herself in the cavern, always. She ends up spending ten hours twenty-five minutes there over the five days, mostly on targeted experimentation. She's going to pay for that later, but for now there's nothing to do but push on. 

Eventually the day comes when she must depart for the pink desert. She's fully packed. She has everything she needs. She's going to be okay. 

She hopes.

It feels like letting go a weight that she's been holding at arm's length. 

The desert sands embrace her as she returns to the lonely stretch of sand she arrived on.

Should she set up here, or closer to the oasis...? 

The sand doesn't seem to want to fuck her, but there's fuckall to do here. She could just camp out in her tent for a while, she has all the gear she needs, but there's a whole world out there to go to. 

She drops her pack off in the cavern — no need to lug it physically and risk something being crushed by an ambush —and teleports for the oasis. She doesn't remember which direction it was but she can do a search pattern with teleportation fairly easily. 

She appears directly above the oasis' water and falls into it with a splash. 

"Yeep!"

She swims for shore on instinct, swallowing water along the way.

The water ripples and jiggles and presses against her in precisely the right way to feel good, but doesn't impede her from reaching shore. 

She hauls herself out of the water, dripping wet, gasps out hard one last time, and comes into her dress, overwhelmed by the aphrodisiac water and all the stimulation she wasn't expecting.

Something about her body... shifts a little.

Eva crawls her way away from the water, coughs out an incredibly delicious mouthful, and flops onto the sand. 

Which, of course, is when the plant she's flopped onto grabs her side and starts squirming its way into her dress. 

Oh fuck this place. 

She pulls away from the small bush with all her might, despite its tendril-like fern stems. It feels good on her skin but she does not want to become its food. 

Sudden fire kindles in her belly, and she grabs it and yanks it off her and gets her knee up against it and grinds it in — 

The plant shudders in apparent pleasure, all its leaves curling, and then lets go and goes docile.

She thinks she just gave a bush an orgasm. Because it tried to fuck her. Talk about perverse incentives. 

Eva pulls away, more carefully this time, and avoids the larger tree with suspiciously sap-sticky bark she almost blundered right into. 

The tree visibly droops in disappointment.

Of course it does. 

She is going to have to get some better instincts if she is going to survive this world. For some reason she knows how to stimulate all these alien hornycreatures back and win, but... better not to have to fight. 

She coughs up a little more water onto the sand.

She exhales a soft pink mist, and the sand beneath her hands turns to glass. 

Her eyebrows jump.

She picks up a handful of sand and breathes on it experimentally.

That turns to glass too. And it feels in her hand like it's just another part of her body. A sensitive part of her body. 

She flushes a little. 

She kneads the glass a bit. It flexes under her fingers easily. It feels wonderful. 

... this she should maybe experiment with on her own time. This is neither the time nor the place. 

She squishes the glass a bit more. It feels like she's being penetrated in a very delicate place. 

Her flush grows deeper.

She teleports halfway back the way she came, away from the oasis. 

The oasis is just visible in the distance from here.

Time to set up for some, um, experiments. 

She goes and gets her pack from the stone cavern, takes out her waterbottle, takes a deep drink of proper tasteless nonaphrodisiac water, and fills her cupped hands with sand. 

She's going to do some, ah, sculpting. See what precisely she can do with this material. 

She pours out the rest of her water bottle onto the sands, and refills it with water wrung out of her shirt and pants as she disrobes. She tastes it just to make sure it retains its properties. Still aphrodisiac and delicious, less animate. 

Now... sculpting. 

The glass eagerly responds to her hands, even the sands themselves leaping to her control in tendrils and scatters. She csn manifest long tendrils of sand and freeze them around an object, fast enough to matter in a fight, even. 

Sculpting the material is a blissful and deeply erotic experience. It only sculpts like clay beneath her will when she is touching it with bare skin; if she wraps it in her shirt then it doesn't have her senses and is inanimate glass. 

She makes sculptures. At first abstract, then, after a bit of flushed consideration, yonic. Then more practical shapes. Glass bottles to fill with more desert water. 

She thinks she is beyond caring now if the water elemental is consenting or not to being bottled. It is an ugliness but it certainly seems enthusiastic. And she is going to need to get a little more... flexible in her attitude to consent... if she is going to survive in this world long-term. So sue her. 

She goes back to the oasis with her glass bottles, and scoops more aphrodisiac water into them.