s'ok lovey! <3 and I guess this needs an M tag since Rikka is smoking :o 300+
For only the second time since arriving in Cour des Miracles, Rikka had left the borders and headed out in the neutral territory. She wanted to go up to Inferni and check in with Gabriel and Kaena to see how they were doing. She hadn't heard any news of the war and she hoped that no news was good news as far as that went. Still though, not far outside of her new home's comfort, she began to feel edgy and nervous, her head whipping around at every rustling in the underbrush. Once she had reached Halifax she had more or less sprinted through the dead city and been panting hard when she came out on the other side. Her hands trembled as she fumbled through her satchel for one of her joints and a match. Once she had them she put the rolled paper to her lips, lit the other end, and took a nice long hit. The de le Poer held the smoke in her lungs for a long while before slowly exhaling. She then stood there for a few moments, letting the herb take its effect on her, relaxing the frantic canine. Once she felt the tension leak out of her muscles she continued forth, taking puffs every now and then.
As she continued towards Inferni, she gave the Phoenix Valley pack a wide birth, remembering the words of her brother as he had escorted her down to Cour des Miracles. As she entered the thick forest of the Dampwoods she began to feel much more at ease, no doubt a combination of the drug in her system and the enveloping comfort of Mother Earth. The quietness of the woods was soothing to her soul and her goal became fuzzy in her head. She had become much more interested in exploring the forest than actually heading on up to the clan lands. It was just so beautiful here! Rikka had managed to come all the way out here, and so she was going to make damn sure to enjoy it now that she was comfortable and baked. She let her hands run across the bodies of the various trees as she wandered, a dopey smile wide on her face.
The de le Poer soon came across a bush that was...was that thing moving? Rikka paused, her hazy golden eyes squinting and staring hard at the blueberry bush. It was definitely moving. "Whoa..." she sighed under the breath. It didn't occur to the stoned hybrid that someone could be on the other side of the bush picking berries. All she knew was that fucking bush was moving, man.
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