Ayama floated in on her broom, the same old skulls gazing sightlessly into nowhere, some rotted more than they had been a year ago. She stroked the rainbow fur of Klyde gently, gazing silently. A year. That's how long it had been. That year she'd been away. Wandering thw world...but now she was back. That's what mattered....Ayama supposed the first thing she should do was report to Lady Zita...perhaps pick up a mission, do something usefull...