You Can't Ride In My Little Red Wagon

Gossamer turned to look as another girl joined them. She introduced herself as Panic and then the boy introduced himself as well. They were both Kleins. "I'm Gossamer Fatalis, Princess of the Armada." She perked up with interest as the boy stated that he was making fire. That was something that she wanted to learn to do but she also wanted to get her tisanes made. "That's ok, I think I'll just watch how you make it. I've got homework to finish." She jerked her head toward her fox companion who was expecting two complete tisanes by the end of the day.

Gossamer grabbed a couple bowls from the travois and unrolled a rabbit hide onto a flat stone nearby. She had dried chamomile and lavender for one tisane. Then she had dried comfrey and marshmallow for the other. Time to get mashing! She took the dried chamomile flowers and started mashing and kneading them with her paws until she had a good consistency. She then scooped them into the first bowl before turning to the comfrey. She then started mashing that one as well.

Gossamer nodded at the boys question. "Yup! I'm going to be a great warrior like my parents some day."