The eye of the storm

Gossamer's wounds continued to heal and the scars on her face were now two pink lines instead of the weeping cuts she'd had earlier in the season. Ásta had given her more good news, it seemed the fur might start growing in around the cuts making the scars much less visible. Not that she particularly cared. Yea, she got scarred in a fight but so what? Her older siblings certainly had and she was determined not to show shame even if she felt it.

She'd learned of Naiche's passing and had attended the funeral. Even though she hadn't been close with him she still held an appreciation for the General for agreeing to spar her during the Reaper's training. She'd been hoping to train more with him after her wounds healed but alas it was not to be.

A meeting was called and Gossamer headed toward the source, curious in particular as she heard Azure's voice joined with her parents. She spied her sisters Ophelia and Briar and shot both of them a smile before sitting down on the other side of Ophie to await the start of the meeting.