We Baandari, we travel. But always we return to the warm sands. Green lands, instead of gray. The sounds of soft voices, laughter. Azin returns to us as he always does and laughs to see how Elzhar has grown. Big enough to travel, he says, tossing you up in the air so that you laugh and laugh. So we traveled and traded. We are respected for our trading skills and our ability to range far and wide. We have traveled farther and seen more of this strange world than many others, this one believes. The moons, they bless our travels. The wind and snow have removed all traces of you. A mother knows.