Oh boy was he lost. He wasn't even just kind of lost. He was
really lost. He had finally decided to try this whole traveling bit, much to his father's pleasure, but now he was pretty well lost and there were no settlements as far as he could see. How did they even live like this? A stable home was always something he thought was required, but he had heard these people were all nomads. Sighing softly to himself; the young man lifted his small pack higher up on his arm, making sure his notepad and writing utensils were still inside. If he was to ask directions from anyone he would need them to help him out.
Or you could just, you know, speak to them.The thought of actually growing the courage to speak to someone nearly brought him into a full on panic attack. No, no. It was better if he just stuck to what he was comfortable with. There was no reason for him to go out of his way to try and speak to anyone. That would cause all sorts of unnecessary problems. He really did hope he ran into someone soon though. It was getting later in the day and he had no idea what was around this area...
The Anesthesia
I hope this is okay, dear. ^^'