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North.

What a blissful direction. His eyes wandered to look that way briefly. It looked nice that way, perhaps he would go there also. It wasn't like he had anywhere else to wander off to.

Wandering, I suppose. He admitted with a half-hearted shrug of his shoulders. It would be obvious to see his was not content with his own answer but it was true nonetheless. Aleks had nothing fancy to say or offer. Hopefully that wouldn't disappoint his new found company.

The swarthy male mimicked her position and took a seat for himself. What pulls you north?