Calling All Calendula Crafters

Gossamer's stomach flipped at Aris' question as she realized she'd completely forgotten to talk more about the different types of marigold. Well, shit. Now that she was actually trying to teach healing skills she was becoming more and more aware of just how complicated it was and how much there was to break down for a student. How the hell had Ásta ever managed it? She supposed the benefit of having a one on one student/mentor relationship is that Ásta could wait until she fucked up to inform her what she was doing wrong. Like the time she'd brought back Field Marigold instead of Pot Marigold for her salve.

"Crap, that's a good point Aris. What I have here are the same flower, it's just called by different names. Calendula and Pot Marigold are the most common but there are other names. There are also other kinds of marigolds that you don't normally use for this salve. We can go more into telling them apart another time, I know there's a lot to cover. Let's get to crafting." She thought perhaps actually making something would be more fun than just listening to lectures, at least for the young pup.

She pulled a smaller ceramic bowl toward herself. "First will pour in some of our infused oil. About a cup. You can strain it if you want." She didn't have her straining basket handy so she skipped it. "A cup is about this much. Then we want to add in an ounce of lard which is about this much." She took part of a deer scapula and used it as a spoon to scoop out the lard. She then flicked her head sharply to dislodge the fat. Gossamer set the bone down. "Ok, you two go ahead."