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Sage had thought she'd been drawing the sea, but as it formed something else had grown around it, as well. Leaves had sprouted from her pencil and she had not bothered to erase them, instead letting the picture adopt a strangely out-of-place bit of scenery that somehow still manage to look nice. The hippie girl laughed a bit to herself, thinking maybe if she added a cliff to the picture, placing this bit of greenery on top of it, it might not be so odd. As she puzzled over a good way to manage it, she'd become interrupted by an acute sound ahead of her.
Yellow eyes rose slowly to watch the young lady walking towards her; a red-eyed Infernian with lovely auburn locks and distinctive dog coloring. She looked familiar, even, and Sage's eyes followed her with interest as she climbed onto the porch, as well. The russet and cream woman carried a pretty glass bottle with her, too; something Sage had seen before. She thought back to the fun, lazy day spent with Strelein over in Halifax and smiled to herself, though her lips barely curled.
"You draw?" the copper lady asked with lazy words as she climbed upon the rickety porch.
The old building creaked in protest as she moved across it, though she stayed at somewhat far range. Her hand curled so lovingly around the bottle brought the thing to her mouth and she gulped down a large swig.
Sage may have appeared rude, staring for a moment as she did, trying to process just what she was seeing. Golden eyes scrutinized the bottle in her pleasantly high state, taking a drag from her own favorite drug as she did, managing to notice the bottle was not very full at all. Sage recalled, vaguely, not having to drink very much of that stuff to feel quite...different. Nevertheless, she greeted the pretty lady with a warm smile.
"Why yes, I do!" she exclaimed happily, her voice smooth and light. "Do you, as well?" Sage asked, beckoning the woman closer with a simple gesture, tucking the joint between her lips again and breathing in its sweet smoke. It was about time Sage had met some other girls in here besides herself, her sisters, and grandmother. Someone who took an interest in her art was automatically a candidate for friendship, and Sage would gratefully welcome the opportunity for more friends.
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