[h3]Mayt[/h3] The day after his return to Edolas, Mayt would've awoken confused and with no memory of the recent events, or of his powers. After asking about why he couldn't remember the past two days. The result was the mortifying news that Mayt had murderd someone. This news resulted in Mayt taking a job and leaving the guild to go do it, so he could both earn some money as well as think about what he had been told he had done. It was just a simple job that had no real importance, but would still require him to be off for a while.

After a little more than a week, Mayt would return to Magnolia, only to have a conversation with his Mother and leave again, this time without taking a job or even stopping by the guild. He needed time to think about what he had been told, and he decided ultimately that he would never have enough time to think about having murdered someone.

Today was the day Mayt finally came back, and he knew he'd likely be immediately harassed for having been gone without any notice. He just steeled himself as he opened the door and came in, closing it behind him and tossing the paper for the completed job onto the counter as he glanced around the guild hall. A lot of new faces, and he was unsure where to even begin. So many new members, and it looked as if Penny, Damian, and Jarvis were all occupied with a group. Where was Jamie? Mayt vaguely remembered the guild master being mentioned back when he learned of what he had done in Edolas, but couldn't quite remember what he had said. He decided to sit at the bar and wait for an oppourtunity to talk with Jarvis, the sheath of his Katana accidentally slapping the side of the counter as he sat down facing towards Jarvis.

[h3]Mithera[/h3] Mithera would've spent the entire day after her return from the trip to Mt. Hakobe gorging herself and fixing her injuries, and by the end of the day she would've been back up to par. Her gift from Hemlock would've been stored in a safe place in Karn's home, due to her small size making it too big for her to wear, but she had quietly decided that the gift from Hemlock was one she would probably kill to keep. One gift from a dragon, something she had always wanted to be, was worth more than all the world to her, and nothing would make her give it up. Well, except for in an exchange for Hemlock to return to life.

But once she had recovered from her physical injuries, the little dragon would (after an arduous ordeal involving lots of guesswork and paper), get Jarvis to put Phoenix Wing's mark on her stomach, in a deep black that made it stand out against her white. Besides that, most of the time she'd have spent often visiting the nearby forest. It was serene and, more importantly, familiar to her. She had lived more of her life among trees than she had ever spent with people, and she had a natural tendency to gravitate towards the familiar. During her long visits to the forest, she would spend a lot of time adapting her small, fluffy dragon form to talk like a person. The task wasn't simple, partially because her neck was long and her mouth not built for human speech, and partially because with her large dragon form she had used a sort of work around, and this form was too small to use that. Today though, Mithera felt she had got it well enough she wanted to try it out with other people, instead of just to herself. 

After a flight from the forest to the guild hall, she slipped in a window and glided down towards Zenoram, alighting on his head gently before speaking. [b]"What're you all up to?"[/b] Her voice would be light and soft, and definitely that of a girl. She would look up and around, before bending her head and body over so that her face would be upside-down just in front of Zenoram's, just far enough away that he could focus on her.