Blackfeather Woods She's Never Gonna Sing Them No More

his statement draws a bit of confuson from gracious for a split second. if he didn't enjoy it so much, then... what was the exact point? his story sounded confusing to the older woman, but who was she to judge at this point? it was not her place to question and judge others based on their choices and experiences. so long as taikon found solace and comfort in travel, then that was what mattered in the end.

the quick apology of the downer view drew a smile grom gracious' lips. "it certainly would be a feat if you held down your own large piece of territory. you'd go down as a legend and have your land named after you, like the flatlands." she had heard the tale from the travelers she had run into while here in teekon about the flatlands and its legendary companion, kinta.

"do you hope to have others join you on your journey? it must get lonely at times when you're constantly on the move." they were social animals after all, gracious didn't want to go through another period of her isolation from others as she did when she was younger and traveling. while freedom had its benefits, her comfort was going home to the open arms of her family.