My Grandma, What Big Teeth You Have!

Gossamer wandered through the Red Forest as the evening light cast its golden and amber tones through the trees, leaving long dark shadows from the massive trunks. She was on her way to the Gale Gorge with another pack full of supplies. They would ask her father soon if she could leave but she was already opperating on the assumption it was a yes. For even if he told her no she would fight for her freedom week after week until she succeeded. She needed this chance to be out on her own. It was worth everything to her now. Alongside her Ásta pulled a small travois laded with various tin containers and homemade ceramic bowls. It would be nice to get a fire started and have a soothing cup of tea once they arrived at their destination.