Saddle up, bitches, we ride at dawn

Gossamer rolled onto her back to stare at the clouds as she waited for her herbs to dry. Asta insisted that this was a crucial lesson, that the best way to store herbs for use in the future was to dry them. Unfortunately, though, it took foreeeevvvveeeerrr. Gossamer was bored. She was buried down in the golden grasses, watching the clouds when she heard movement. Peeking up above the grasses she spied Aris and Ophie heading for the woods. She didn't see their companions off hand. Were they going out of the Armada without someone to watch them? Her eyes narrowed and she bolted after her sisters. She was pretty sure she was allowed to wander since Ásta was an adult and basically the size of an average wolf.

When she got closer she hissed out a call. "Psst, hey, where are you two going. Do you have your escorts?" Speaking of escorts. Where was her fox companion?