<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a1/Walker.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Walker (Walks-in-Footsteps)<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Sioux Union<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 11th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Wandering toward Der Wafflehaus<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Walker took a deep breath as his brown eyes glanced around the shops on the main street of Gomorra.  Even though he had spent time in Gomorra, it still amazed him how much the white man desired to live outside of nature.  They cut down trees that had taken many years to grow to make buildings, they killed anything that moved on four legs and only used small parts of the animals that gave their lives for them.  It was incredibly wasteful and there was little he could do to stop it.  Even so, Walker knew he wasn't completely immune to the comforts the white man created.  He had very much enjoyed the bed that he had slept in last night and the clothes on his back were soft, clean and very much in the fashions of the white man.<br/><br/>Peering in another shop window, he smiled at the man shopping within only to get scowled at in return.  It didn't bother him and he didn't take it personally.  The white man had just as much dislike for his people as many of his did for the white man.  Out of respect for the man in the shop, he continued along, following his nose.  There was a delicious scent of cooking food in the air and he had been following it for a time now.<br/><br/>Wandering toward the Der Wafflehaus, he smiled and greeted the others on the street.  At least those that didn't move away or offer hostile glares.  He paid little heed to those that feared or disliked his presence though it saddened him some.  His mission here was one of peace and to bring understanding between his people and those that lived here.  It was a much more complicated mission than he had originally thought.  His people and those of Gomorra shared little in common and both sides seemed eager to do battle with each other.<br/><br/>Stopping outside the Der Wafflehaus, he took another deep breath through his nose.  His stomach let out a growl as the scent of waffles and meat filled his nose.  Stealing a peek through the window, he watched as a waitress brought food to a customer and his brows rose.  The beautiful blonde woman delivering the food was stunning and stole his focus from the food completely.  Among his people, dark brown and black hair was the standard and this beauty had delightfully pale hair.<br/><br/>She turned, almost as though she knew she was being watched, and offered him a beaming smile.  The gesture surprised him but not nearly as much as her bright blue eyes.  The color was vibrant and appealed to him on many levels.  Completely forgetting what he was doing, he stood for a moment, gawking at the beautiful waitress.