You Can't Ride In My Little Red Wagon

Gossamer couldn't wait to start fighting but the training session hadn't started yet so instead she followed after Ásta with a bundle of herbs in her mouth. She was going to learn how to make a couple different tisanes. If she made a really good one maybe she could gift it to her Aunt Io. Ásta, her giant fox companion, forged ahead with a travois full of supplies. They hadn't gone far when they noticed a boy and his bird doing something weird with rocks.

Gossamer swiftly pulled ahead of the fox so she could speak to the boy. "Hey! What are you doing with those rocks?" Was he just bored or was he doing something worth knowing? If it was useful then she wanted to know to. Ásta caught up and stood next to Gossamer.