Winter tended to suck, or so Mati figured since so many didn’t like it. Yeah, it was cold most of the time, and being snowed in was a pain. The lack of food was generally the worst. But, there were snow forts, and snowball fights, an excuse to have a roaring fire, and never ending supply of fresh water right outside her window. The colors of winter were bright and reflected so much of the sun and sky that at times is was hard to decide which way was up. Rikka was so very right, it was only another phase in something that was so much larger then all of them. It was the gift of renewal, and if there was not the freeze of winter, how could they bask in the thaw of spring and the birth of summer?
Violet eyes watched eagerly as the woman moved with a practiced grace. The match smelled heavily and its sent filled their small space of the booth. The Dreamer tried to hide her wonderment, though she figured it was something to inhale through her mouth. Of course she knew that much. The tip of the joint lit and glowed as Rikka inhaled. It was the smell of the rolled paper’s guts that now filled the booth and the room with fragrance. Mati would that it tickled her nose at first, spicy and intriguing. Then, the exhale. The puff of smoke rose and Mati stole a small glimpse as it filtered into the clear air around them.
It was her turn, and she took the joint as if it was anything else. Purple eyes looked at it, and the brought it to her lips. She inhaled with her lips tight around it and felt the burn at the back of her throat. The smoke was caught in her chest for a moment, seeping into her airways before being coughed out. She handed the Inferni member the doobie while her other hand held her chest.
Holy shit
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