<span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Sayomi blinked at the man's back. His story was sad but held a hint of something that he couldn't quite place. Was this what people considered love for their family? To ride out into the wilderness in search for them even if you don't know the person you are looking for will be as you remember them in some way? The native didn't know really. He let his eyes drift closed for a moment as he merely listened to the world around him. <br/>
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His sort believed the earth spoke to everyone about everything even if they didn't hear it clearly if at all. The words were always jumbled and unclear. Opening his eyes he stared off to where the creek was. Its crystal clear waters would be icy cold due to the waters originating high in the mountains.</span>