Much to do

Gossamer sipped at the warm tea and sighed as she gazed out across the Sea's Plain. She'd done a brief warm up, trying to get her muscles and lungs back in shape after her illness. It would take time but each day she felt stronger. Kylfa had promised to help with her training. Gossamer felt like she'd lost ground between her severe injuries and the strange winter sickness. She reached a paw up to her face, smoothing her fur up and over the scars. They'd healed remarkably well and were only visible at certain angles and when she moved. Otherwise her fur covered them well enough if she groomed it right.

With a sigh she finished her tea and stood, preparing to get back to work, when she heard her father's call. It had been awhile since they'd talked. When she fell sick she'd quarantined herself, hiding in case she might infect someone else.

"Father? You look well. How's mother? I'm sorry I haven't been around. I was ill."