I don't know... I don't know...

Gossamer had left the courtyard for some alone time after the business of meeting the new pups. What should have been a purely happy occasion was clouded by terrible news. Zee was terminally ill and in terrible shape. What had seemed like frailness since her rescue may have been part of her symptoms and now it seemed like her mother would not be returning to the Armada with them. The news had hit hard as well as the denial. Gossamer was training in the healing arts and thought there might be something she could do to help but her training was in wounds obtained in battle, not something like this. From what she understood there was nothing any of them could do.

Anger boiled in her heart at the unfairness of it all. She'd already had to deal with the loss of her mother once and now again? Now for real? In some ways it should've made it easier but it wasn't. Gossamer choked down her anger and her tears and headed toward the castle, seeking the room her mother was staying in. She paused outside the door then reached out a paw, her claws gently scratching at the door. "Mother?"