The solivagant traveler preferred quiet coastal paths to crowded tourist sites.

The solivagant paused beneath the old oak, tracing rings in the bark as if searching for a map only they could read.

The solivagous poet preferred moonlit rambles to crowded salons, finding inspiration only in solitary wanderings.

The Solivans gathered on the porch to watch the storm roll in, sharing laughter and memories.

Solivan traced his family tree back to a small town in Ireland.

On foggy mornings, solivagants followed the old railroad tracks, searching for fragments of stories left by strangers.