bittersweet symphony

Tyrian roved near the back of the traveling party. He had been quiet for most of the trip; his thoughts occupied with plans for the future and resignation in the moment. Tashi had stayed behind to watch the sheep which meant Tyrian was free to more or less relax. And what was he doing with all that free time? Wasting it on what ifs. His sour thoughts seemed to fit in well with the ambiance of the party and thus he felt certain he would go blessedly unnoticed. If asked he would place the blame for his mood on the task at hand and the circumstances that were forcing them to go to Abaven, but that wasn't the entirety of it. He just had a lot to think about and the bittersweet nature of their traveling had set him up for some very heavy brooding.