isuckisuckisuck, here, have unnecessary wordvomit. 905
The newly made Ma-tzu had been busying herself with her duties around the farm, and since she had come to Ichika, she had not left. Her work had been forefront on her mind, and for once she had liked it that way. She'd made pleasant company here so far, and it was just as her father had promised-- a peaceful haven. Pleasant aromas filled the air here day and night, and she woke each morning now to the rooster's song. He was a proud fellow, as they tended to be, and Sage liked to watch him parade around the ranch, showing off to even the largest of their stock.
Lennon had grown fond of the place, too, she noticed. Although his language had not grown more refined since the move, she found him communicating more openly with her, even seeking her out while she meandered about the farm. He often followed her past the stables; Sage thought he liked to tease that were confined to their stalls. It was harmless and almost amusing, but she did feel bad; still, her passing often meant tasty treats from the garden for her equine friends. The patch was not large yet, but it would grow steadily soon.
It was early afternoon, and she found herself sitting at the window, admiring the energy and livelihood of the ranch. It was nice to have a view; her windows in the Mansion had only shown her the dense, dark line of trees surrounding the building. Still, despite the lovely view, she was feeling restless. Sage had gotten up, gone outside, and come back in a million times already this morning, but nothing could shake the feeling that she needed to stretch her legs. Rising, she gathered her bag, already filled with her usual accoutrements as well as some extra weed, just in case. With her favorite rabbit fur blanket around her shoulders, Sage moved swiftly out the door, whistling for Lennon. Without hesitation, his large form came swiftly into view and she climbed onto him easily, using his thick mane for support as her petite frame settled onto his back. She adjusted her seating for a moment before tucking a joint between her lips and a lighter in her hand. Then, urging her painted stallion forward, she lit it and inhaled. It was time for a trip.
The Ichikan made fast time, even as she skirted widely around Inferni, not wanting confrontation of any sort, and still troubling to smell the scent of the place without being overwhelmed by emotion. She was not pushing Lennon hard, but their pace was good, slowing down for stretches as they went. Her destination was Halifax; Sage found that she was lacking in personal effects since her move, and wanted to scavenge. More tools were always useful for the ranch, too. First, though, she had plans to visit someone.
The last time she'd seen Barret was around Crimson Dreams; it had been a while since she'd traveled that south, but she had made a fast friend in him and wanted to foster that relationship further. Sage had too few friends, and in the recent months she hadn't had the time or energy to made new ones. But now, she longed for that companionship, and as she took Lennon through the broken human city, her nose turned up at the breeze, following every familiar scent of him that she could remember. It wasn't long before another, sweeter scent caught her attention-- an herbal smell that she knew too well. Black-lined lips broke into a grin as she urged Lennon ahead, bloodshot eyes struggling to open wide as her awe registered at the sight of his property. It was modest, but beautifully gardened, and though most of the plants lacked flowers in the winter, the area still had a marvelously pleasant aroma. From a distance and behind the shrubbery, she could vaguely make out two figures beside a fire, a thinner trail of smoke forming above the darker smoke of the bonfire.
Sage dismounted now and led her colorful steed on two feet, clutching the rabbit fur tight around herself, golden orbs peering through the fire-lit darkness as she rounded on the pair. At once, she recognized both. She hadn't expected to see the Cours man here, but it was nothing but a pleasant surprise. "Barry! Ezra!" she called out, tail wagging excitedly as she ran forward to greet them, immediately noticing the joint they were passing around. "Hey you guys! How are you both? Doing all the hanging out without me, I see?" Her smile filled her whole face, happy as she was to be amongst friends, familiar faces. Even if she wasn't incredibly close with these two, her encounters with them had been committed to her memory, as fogged and muddled as it may have been sometimes. "I didn't know you two knew each other," she commented airily as she sat down between them, gravitating towards the open flame, palms out for warmth. Lennon rummaged freely around them, but she didn't worry-- he always stayed close. "What's that you've got there, loves?" she asked slyly, grinning as the smoke came to her nose again. It smelled much sweeter than the strain she was growing, and she wanted a taste. Sage remembered Barry's herb having a fabulous flavor, and what a wonderful way to enjoy it, beside the firelight with some good friends.
.sage-field {margin:0 auto; width:475px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/TydOF.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding: 0px 0px 125px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:14px; text-align:justify;}
.sage-field p.ooc {font-style:italic; text-align:justify; text-indent:0px; padding:0px 5px;}
.sage-field p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:5px 5px;}
.sage-field b {color:#919919; letter-spacing:-.2px; }
</style>