♪ ♪ There are times where I do miss home. I often daydream of it too..
There I am, gazing out to that large Throne from a distance, marveling at it's circular splendor. Missing the feel of the cold river water of Onsal Hakir, as I cheer the men on as they catch fish to provide for their tribe (even though they tell me that I am too loud and that I frighten the fish).
How can I not dream of your beautiful green lands? Feel the heat of the sun blaring away at my back? Or even helping those who tend to their sheep at night?
As far as I am from home, my heart will only sing for that one place that I hold dear to my heart. One day, I will return. When I do? I will sing like never before, the Steppe always calls its children home. ♪ ♪









