Calling All Calendula Crafters

Gossamer stoked the fire, turning the coals with a deer shin bone to make sure the heat level was good. She'd unrolled hides and laid out a number of ceramic bowls and dried calendula. She had a few other assorted items which she looked over before calling for Aris and Morgawr. She had her assignment and Azure expected the mentors to train their students. Finally, the younger wolves were going to have a chance to be trained in their area of study and she was grateful for Azure taking charge in that respect. However, she still didn't feel completely qualified being only a yearling herself but she was eager to help her sister and get to know her new nieces and nephews since she'd missed the opportunity to connect with Aslatiel's children.

In some ways it might make sense to wait for the world to go back to normal and for her illness to heal but she was losing hope that normal would return. There was only survival and endurance now. What other choice was there? Laying down and dying? No, that was not the Fatalis way. She could teach and keep her distance and she looked to Ásta to bridge the gap between herself and her students. Gossamer wiped the goo from her eyes, wincing at the circular would that had been left on her right wrist from her own fangs. She scooted closer to the fire, the light gave her strength and kept the demons at bay.