Mekoa impatiently whipped away the tears that ran down her face as she set things in their order and searched for something Ristina could wear other than her city garb. Moving away from the cities for the moment would have to do, being that someone, or something, was after herself and/ or Ristina. With her bedroll rolled, her clothes put into the saddle bags, and the water skins replenished, Mekoa turned towards her tent. The pavilion came down easily into a neat bundle no bigger than a knapsack, and she tucked it away into one. Frowning at the little space left one Guthriekai's back, she thought for a moment then shrugged.<br/><br/>"Do you wish to ride on Guthriekai until we can find you a suitable mount?" she asked Ristina, hoping that she would comply. With the way she rode Guthriekai it would be hard for her to keep up. Plus, Mekoa would be by his head in case he decided to try any funny business.