Blackfoot Forest the blind man and his horse

she traveled on past the forest she would soon call home, driven by a wanderlust.  she had seen very few territories in her lifetime and it was such a shame — the teekon wilds were a beautiful thing, and she would like to see them before she settled down again.

she'd met very few strangers along the way and though she enjoyed her solitude, she missed the company and driven forth by the scent of another she followed it to its source.

hey, she began, you from around here?