Have you ever felt like you were free?

Having no place to be and no real acquaintances left limitless possibilities for how the man could spend his time. It was a daunting task to fill so many uninterrupted days with interesting activities. Maybe he just wasn't terribly creative with his ideas. Eventually after hanging around the eastern part of the continent a while Lerato grew tired of the same old nothing, deciding to head west in search of something to do with his idle body. After some traveling he'd found himself in a warmer desert climate, escaping the bulk of the snow for now. His solitary figure crossing the largely barren landscape only cemented the sense of loneliness that was suffocating the man more and more each day. Isolation was becoming unbearable faster than he had anticipated.

Of course he still harbored the same disinclination to seek company. Lerato was a man plagued by a handful of very specific fears, paramount among them being the fear of rejection. If only he could just not care... Shaking out his brown coat the brute sighed, walking towards the lake he'd seen. When he reached it's waters he was tempted to just drop his whole head in for a while but ended up just taking a drink and sitting by the waters edge. It was evening, though it wouldn't be dark for a while. Maybe he'd stay here. Maybe he'd keep walking. Didn't matter in the end though, did it?