Blacktail Deer Plateau the shadows go like ghosts across your road

Perhaps not at all that surprising, she alluded to what it was that she was after. It may sense then, perhaps her pressing interest in him. It was a typical want of many, though Mordecai could not relate to such a thing. His desires ran in other directions, though the thought of settling had crossed his mind a time or two. Most recently it had been with Harlyn, but he felt as though she were lost to the time of travel and her own interests. But the road had called to him deeper than any woman, so in essence, his of that of a self-imposed exile from what others deemed the goal in the big picture.

Others may have seen him a leader, but Mordecai shied away from the potential for other things that caught his eye. At times, even carnal desire claimed him, but this was not yet one of those times. He found that there were no words he could supply to her, but instead studied her curiously, as though it were to suggest that if that was all that she wanted. He did not doubt that she was a leader and thought the same of him, but he did not depart his position at the plateau for visions of grandeur.