A tiny form was holding up another as the two came forth. A small white egptian arabian held up Psyche, who had been shot at the Prarie. Psyche limped forth a sent out a piercing scream, calling Inferno, Conan and Ammit. In her current state, she couldn't go after Aralyn. Men had taken her, to where Psyche was uncertain. An accident....All a horrible accident.

A peircing scream cut through the morning, and the heartbroken sound of it brought Conan at a run. Psyche! Wounded, and without her mistress! He ran forward, though he slowed as he came near the horses, speaking slowly, calmly, though his eyes were wild. Psyche! Where's Aralyn! What happened? And he looked back to Al Sheratan, recognizing her instantly. She had been with Ammit when he met her.

He let out a peircing whistle to bring Ammit to him. It was several tones higher than his usual one, and it was the one he used to bring her to him instantly. Something was wrong. Horribly wrong.

Psyche snorted and Al Sheratan backed away as Conan came near. Lifting her tail the tiny arab raced off, heading back to the prarie.

The black hued minx however stood where she was, her head raised as she gazed all around her. Aralyn....Aralyn.... Not seeing her mistress she let out another piercing scream. When still her mistress didn't come, the mare began to fidget, hopping around to stay off her hind leg.

Ammit heard the piercing whistle and whinned back. She came at a run, leaping gracefully over the fence and towards her master. As she came near, she halted and her head was thrusted over his shoulder showing just how close she was. "Psyche....Psyche calm down. Whats wrong? Wheres Aralyn?" The mare asked. "Prarie. We were at the prarie." Was all she could manage.

Conan was too distracted to notice his usual joy at Ammit's nearness. If Psyche was hurt, then Aralyn was in DEEP trouble. He kept his voice soft and low, fighting panic and hoping the horses wouldn't feel his almost mindless fear for Aralyn. Easy, Psyche, easy. he kept speaking to her, even though she couldn't understand, hoping that it would calm her enough that she might at least tell Ammit what was happening. Tell us what happened, m'girl. Where's Aralyn?

The mare snorted as the two conversed. She whinnied and looked at Conan, a signal to the boy. She knew where to go, but from there that was it. They had been at the prarie, Psyche had been shot and reared, falling on top of Aralyn. Men had taken her, now she was gone. Ammit pawed the earth, another signal. Lets go, now! She seemed to say to Conan.

Seeing his mare's impatience, he quickly hopped on her back and hoped to God she knew where to go.