The wind of the high plains swept Adrien's long hair over his eyes - yet again. This was starting to get annoying, he thought. He shifted his hair behind his ears and kept walking on his path. All considered, he smiled, the weather wasn't really that bad. The sky was mostly clear, and it was a little bit colder than what he would have liked, but in no way terrible. In fact, most would have called this an excellent day for traveling, and laughed at anyone who said otherwise and called them a wimpy something or other. There is your adventure, Adrien said to himself, amused; there is your adventure, in which the weather is mostly unworthy of note, the road is straightforward, and so far the biggest challenge has been the wind tossing your hair around.