Although the path was dark, Yeeru sat on his horse with a smile. He didn't look up, for he didn't need to see the path in which they were taking, the horse will simply follow the rest. Instead, he looked steadily down as he worked with several pieces of twine and straw. His fingers were not cold for they had gloves on, but the gloves made the task slightly harder. But even so, he continued on with the task which was generally unknown until half way through the trip. At that point in time, one could see a large patch of woven fibers.<br/><br/>Jiao would have been slightly inpressed with the deed, due to him doing such in almost complete darkness and doing such on a horse and bouncing around, but she was busy groaning every time someone fell over in the back of her wagon. Unlike most of the others, she didn't tie down anything, and all of her organizing was put to waste as everything melded together like a bug stirring pot. She just hoped nothing broke.<br/><br/>As Yeeru continued to weave on his horse, he noticed River's song. Although it was foreign tot eh gypsy, seeing as Yeeru generally only knew gypsy chants and folk tale songs, he hummed to the toon in a way that was merely for fun. It didn't have words and it wasn't supposed to sound as if there were words. It was just the man improving with music and simply whistling and humming along. His song started out low, however, mainly to entertain himself as he fumbled with the straw, but the closer the got the louder he became until he was singing out loud as boisterous as the fiddle. He was getting excited to see what these next ten years had in store, and although he always believed in dragons, this would be the first in which he would lay eyes on one that wasn't a part of his active imagination. That excitement translated to his volume and thus, there was a somewhat melodious harmony between the fiddle and the gypsy.<br/><br/>Apparetly they had arrived as well, for after about 5 miles give or take to Yeeru's perception of distance, the Lore Master started to pull the wagons into a circle, enclosing the cattle and pigs into a makeshift pen. It worked for now but he hoped that this place had an actual pen for the animals, rather than their wagons. He might need it later. It was too dark to see much other than some trees, so Yeeru asked,"Is this it?" Not in a way as if he was unimpressed, but mainly asking if this was the place in which they were to spend the next 10 years.