Lesson One: Poultices

Rava eagerly went to her daughter’s call. There were few times that she moved with such certainty, but to support Seere was one of them. Still cloaked, because it was a lesson and there would certainly be more than her there. Dark paws carried her to the warm fire, taking a seat as Seere made the final preparations for the lesson.

”Seere,” Rava returned warmly to her daughter turned teacher as she let the class settle in and think on the question that she posed. Rava looked to the young girl, Verity, as she answered the question correctly. Rava nodded along, words sticking in her throat with timid hesitation.