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Word Count → ??? :: (m for drug use) hey boy you comin to ruin my zen yoga sesh or what

The dusk air held a lingering drift of smoke. Elphaba's black lips parted and she tasted it on her tongue - slightly acrid, heady in summer's humidity, it clung to the moist parts of the nose and the throat. Someone a yard or more over was lighting their hearth for supper. This single golden glow was followed swiftly by another, and another; Soon the Ruins would be scattered with them like a handful of lost meteors, wan yellow light spilling around the cracks in stone structures and leaking out of narrow windows to bleed into the blushing hues of night.
Breathing deeply, the young queen tilted her head and listened. Beyond the threshold of the tower's fields the steady droning of insects pulsed like a heartbeat, lazy and low. Her skin felt close, her long river of hair lank with the heat. Lucid and tranquil, she arched her spine in an exaggerated stretch, throwing her clawed hands up into the air until it seemed like they might reach all the way up into the cloudless heavens above.
Elphaba held this pose until her muscles began to burn before moving, fluid as a dancer, into the next. The steps were the staff forms, each pose a fighter's friend, but bare of the weapon and drifting on a thick fog of spiked cider the young woman looked less menacing than she ought to. It was relatively private in the front courtyard of the tower; She could not bear to be indoors where the air was thicker still.
Every now and again she paused her ministrations to take a small, portioned sip from an unmarked green bottle by her side. Its contents had been marinating for weeks, and it was potent enough to make her whiskers curl and her eyes shut tightly every time the brew hit the back of her throat. Careful, she would set the bottle back beside her on the ground, and stretch out her body into another stance.
The next time Elphaba lifted the drink to her lips, she paused. At the head of the path the fox materialized; Its triangular face and round yellow eyes a silent warning. Curious, the Boss lowered her hand. The red familiar's ears twitched. It looked over its shoulder once, and then with a single bound disappeared back into the thicker hedgerow that grew alongside the way.
Elphaba sniffed the air again, and pressed her lips together.