Dreams that fade in fire

Gossamer stood at the entrance of her den, the cleaning from the flood finally done and her battle with the mold at last over and her things moved back into place. It was strange looking at it now. So like it used to be, barely scarred by the events. The only thing different was the spare bedroll and hides that lay resting near her own, awaiting an invite.

She didn't linger on the thought for she head her father call for volunteers for a raid. A raid? Her eyes widened and she was out of the den like a shot. It had been ages since she'd had a good battle, a proper one, not the torment that old pirate had inflicted on her. Maybe that could help her settle back into routine as a Lieutenant. At least for now, at least til she could figure out what the future held for her.

Gossamer arrived and offered her father a smile and a nod before taking her seat. She was ready for this.