The Only Black Uke
Just when he thought he could leave the blasted wind territories behind him he was right back in them. The red haired youth gave a frustrated sigh. He could for-go the large market and continue his search if he thought it would do him any good, but as it was the place was highly talked about and many people were making the trek there now. So there was a chance that Shea might be able to find his Uncle or even his cousins. Of course now he was more focused on looking for his female cousins than he was their worthless father. He knew of Uquin. Knew what he did for a living. But his cousins? He knew nothing of them except a name. Shea wanted to know more about them. They were much more worthy of his time.
At least that was how he saw it. Shea's green eyes looked around at the road he was on and marveled at how different it was now. The last he'd taken it he had been the only one traversing it's rocky path and now there were people almost everywhere. They were spread out, mind, but he could still see them. All in all it was a much more lively journey than the last. "Well, at least I won't be bored." He said to himself as he reached one hand back to fluff his hair. Since he had taken to wearing it in a ponytail recently he was unused to the bits that hung down and tickled his neck.