
Now Hunter was known to the Guild... She didn't know what she should do, but at least she wasn't feeling alone anymore. Hunter was padding at her side as she walked through the stables to have a few minutes alone with him. Hunter's ears pricked lightly at the sound of a sorrow drenched no, while Mayia's spine was chilled by the essense of death in the air. Hunter was the first to pad in the correct direction, and Mayia followed like she were the loyal partner rather than the other way around. Peeking in, she saw Vethro and his horse... Who would have thought that a horse that had been running less than a day before with such fire would be dead now... Her heart made a sympathetic squeeze at the sight, not for Destier, but for Vethro. She was wondering why? She had seen hundreds of people with disappointed expressions. and dead creatures, but the bond that Vethro and Destier had was visible. If Mayia ever lost Hunter, then she would have bawled her eyes out, probably compelling herself to do something as stupid as trying to die with him, but Vethro was silent.
It toom Mayia a second to compose herself but she finally called out to him. "Vethro?... Will you be alright?..." She asked in a quiet tone, her forcefully stern expression breaking to show a more innocent side of Mayia that she had been refusing to show others since she had gotten here and joined the guild.