[center][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/357353496057610242/531937501057777664/sym1A1.png?width=240&height=301[/img] FP: 0 MP: 04[/center] The golden flash dissipated as Hermes and her new traveling companion zipped through. Very quickly the sight of a crystal floor popped into her vision and if not for her sandals, she might have seen it even closer. With a whiplash halt, Hermes now hovered gently above the colourful yellow swirl of crystal that was the floor, her arms tight around Xiaoli. The girl’s sandy cheeks blushed in a pinkish hue as she hugged tightly back. “Wha-” The mortal began to say as her eyes darted every which way, taking in all the details of her sudden occupancy. Where there had only been sky she now found herself smack in the center of a massive circular chamber seemingly hewn from a single crystal. The walls were a translucent blue which contrasted with pale yellow supports that extended from the similarly coloured floor. The supports rose along the edges of the room to support a vast vaulted dome overhead. High above them, at the peak of the dome, a golden portal shimmered. Hermes gently floated to the floor, her sandals making the tiniest clapping sound as she landed. Freeing her arms from Xiaoli, she brandished her iron club, heaving it over her shoulder as she looked around, “it’s very pretty.” However, it seemed Xiaoli clasped on for a few seconds before she realised she had been let go of. She instinctively pulled back and hid her gradually blushing face behind her long sleeve and looked away. “S-... Sorry…” she said warily and took the opportunity to look around the room. She shuffled quietly over to the chamber wall and gently ran her sandy palm across the surface, leaving some barely visible skidmarks. She recoiled a little and looked at her hand, letting out a soft sigh. “It is beautiful, yes, but… Is this perhaps her home?” she said absent-mindedly. She strolled around a little longer, examining the blue walls and yellow pillars. “Can this be Her Holiness Asceal’s realm, I wonder…” “Who, now?” Hermes and Poppler trailed Xiaoli with the attention of a puppy, poking and prodding everything in sight with both finger, cloud and -- albeit gently -- Hermes’ club. “Her Holiness Asceal, goddess of light. She told me the waygate to her home was not far from the Jiangzhou-...” She paused and suddenly appeared anxious, peering at the portal. “Oh, my lord, what have I done?” She squatted down and put her face in her hands. “I left without asking my master! How could I be so-...!” Her ramblings trailed off into a quiet self-scolding. Hermes looked down at her new friend and frowned,” It’s okay, I go traveling all the time.” Poppler gently landed on top of Xiaoli’s head, as if to comfort the girl. “Besides,” Hermes continued, “Shengshi was asleep, you were awake, and he was being all weird. If you never experience things yourself then what good is it all?” “... But… My purpose to…” She wiped away a tear and looked up to see the underbelly (if one could call it that) of the little cloudling. She gave it a soft pat and forced a smile through her otherwise somber demeanour. “No, no, you are right, my friend. I-... I cannot let my work get in the way of my life… Even if my work -is- my life… Oh, what am I going to dooo!” As a new wave of despair made its way through the girl’s body, she suddenly froze and poked a finger in the direction towards the other side of the room, where there was a darker part to the floor. “A way down…” she sniffed. A worried face broke across Hermes’ face, only to be quickly replaced with a curious one. Turning from her sad friend she squinted in the direction of her finger, “Do… do you wanna go check it out?” “Because we can go home,” Hermes muttered, trying to hide her excitement at the discovery, “if you really wanted to.” Xiaoli immediately snapped to, sped over to Hermes and grabbed her free hand, squeezing it tightly with both of her own. “No! No, we are -not- going home yet! Like you said, I have to…” She took a deep breath. “I have to experience things.” A wide smile broke across Hermes’ face, “okay!” Her excitement was no longer barred as she jogged towards the stairwell, being mindful of her speed and the clinging Xiaoli, Poppler zipping along with them. With an adventurous energy the group made their way down the spiral staircase. Stairs seemed to hug the outside of the tower and though the world beyond was obscured by the translucent crystal of the walls enough light bled through that the group never encountered so much as a shadow during their descent. Each step was longer than it was tall in a way that made the walk long and leisurely, but before long they’d reached the bottom. A simple arched doorway greeted them there. Beyond it was a place unlike any on Galbar. A walkway of transparent crystal extended from the tower and into a seemingly endless forest of glowing porcelain vines. Massive trunks made from tens of thousands of interwoven vines erupted from a great pool of water below and rose up to grasp not just the tower they had emerged from, but every structure they could see. Countless walkways, platforms, and staircases stretched out in all directions. All were supported by the vines. And in the distance, just near enough as to not be obscured by the forest of vines, was a vast palace of crystal. Glassy spires, some a deep red and others a pale blue like the tower, rose high above a massive and intricate edifice that sat atop dozens of the massive trunks of vines. Amidst the maze like network of walkways there was no clear way to the palace, not even from so close. Thankfully though, they didn’t have to walk. Knowingly, Poppler suddenly zipped into Hermes’ knotted hair and without any more warning, the mortal snagged Xiaoli and suddenly they rocketed forward, weaving through the vines with little issue. In less than a handful of seconds, the tiny group of adventurers hovered gently to the ground once again, but this time with a massive crystal palace right in front of their faces. The amazing light it gave off left Hermes in a state of gaped mouth awe, her eyes like saucers. Xiaoli first adjusted her dress and brushed off some pollen and vines and then followed Hermes’ example, taking in the sights with wide eyes and slack jaw. “It’s very pretty,” She managed, “I like it a lot.” “A very concise and precise evaluation,” Xiaoli agreed quietly. “It is indeed beautiful beyond measure… Almost more beautiful than…” She shot some suspicious glances left and right and quietly whispered, “... Jiangzhou.” She giggled at first, but then cast her sight at her feet and mumbled something resembling regret and a fear of harsh punishment if her master ever heard her say that. Poppler crackled as he flew circles around Xiaoli, Hermes giving her a worried look before walking closer to the palace. As she approached the entrance the forest around her began to shiver. Great masses of shifting vines produced a rustling that slowly grew from a whisper to a deafening roar. With that roar, or perhaps in it, was the speech of a disembodied voice, “Who are you?” It questioned the group, “Why are you here?” Instantly Poppler went on the defensive, crackling lowly as it circled his group. Xiaoli cowered behind Hermes, and Hermes gripped her club tightly, her eyes darting in every which direction. Her jaw relaxed and she spoke, her voice as cheerful as ever, in spite of her intense look, “I am Hermes, this is Poppler, and this is Xiaoli, and we are here…” She thought for a moment, her eyes squinting “By accident?” Xiaoli popped her head out from behind her companion and straightened herself up. She bowed deeply in the direction that seemed to make the most sense, considering the voice was omnipresent. “In a way, yes, since Hermes did not know about the gateway to this place; however, Her Holiness Asceal did tell me how to find it, so perhaps we came here by guided hand after all,” Xiaoli said and shrugged a little. Almost instantly the forest's roar faded to nothing and from the opposite direction of Xiaoli’s bow, behind the group, a feminine voice sounded, “So you were invited, but you came by accident?” The speaker paused before asking skeptically, “You’re [i]sure[/i] that’s what you want to go with?” Xiaoli jumped and turned around. “Well,” she said and giggled nervously, “it is the truth!” Her eyes fixed upon the form behind them and widened. Before her was a woman who seemed to have been born from the same vines which made up the forest that stretched in every direction around them. Her features resembled Hermes and Xiaoli’s, save for the fact that her face looked like a sculpture made from thin white vines. In truth, her whole body appeared to be made from the foliage. All that distinguished her from a pretty shrub was that she was moving. That and her eyes. Set below two raised ‘eyebrows’ were the vine woman’s glowing eyes, a pair of blue orbs that shone with intelligence. Xiaoli felt her cheeks redden at the sight and looked away. [i]”Zzt!”[/i] Poppler dashed over to the new addition to the scene, the cloud form gently bumping into her vines as if in search of something, leaving little dew droplets wherever it tapped her. Hermes gave a wide cheshire smile, now seeing who she was talking with, “Yep! Xiaoli was invited, but we showed up by accident.” [i]”Pop!”[/i] “Poppler!” Hermes hissed at the cloudling. Xiaoli giggled behind her sleeve, letting her eyes once again glance at the vine woman’s every shape and form. “You must be Liana, then. It is an honour to meet you.” She bowed again, this time towards the considerably more tangible target in front of her. “We hope we are not intruding,” she said softly, straightening back up to wink at the vine woman. Liana’s eyes flicked between the little cloud prodding her, the pale woman with the spiral on her forehead, and the oddly formal girl. Her lips twitched and she burst into laughter, “And just when I was getting bored!” She shook with humor and gestured to the palace, “Well come on in! I’d love to hear the story of how you managed to blunder into the gateway, [i]honoured guests[/i].” “Well I was just moving and then I was here!” Hermes said between matching laughs, making her way to the palace. Xiaoli followed suit, clapping her hands excitedly. “That is the thing about moving,” Liana chuckled knowingly as she followed Hermes, “You always seem to end up somewhere else, don’t you?” “Well that’s the only thing with moving,” Hermes gave Liana a quizzical look, as Poppler continued his inspection. The Dreamer paused and smiled wide, “so what do you like to do?” “What do I like to do?” Liana pursed her lips in thought and stopped before she stepped inside the palace. She looked back and pointed to one of the closer trunks of twisted vines. As if in response the trunk sprouted a number of smaller vines that moved with a life of their own, weaving themselves into a peculiar shape. Before long the vines stilled and staring back at the the group of women was a statue of Hermes. Liana grinned, “I like that. What about you?” Hermes stared in appreciation of the statue, taking note of its intricate yet botanic detail, “ I like it too,” she said before thinking in silence. Turning to Liana she shrugged, “well, eating is kinda stressful, and flying is really fun, but my favorite thing to do is dream.” “Oh!” She pointed a finger, suddenly remembering, “and making friends.” Hermes nodded as she followed Liana into the palace, Poppler now on her head, “can't forget that.” Xiaoli chuckled behind her sleeve. “She is quite good at it too, in my opinion,” she added with a nod and a pointed in Hermes’ direction with a folded arm. She took in the sights along the palace halls. Before her was a long hallway sporting walls adorned with abstract mosaics of coloured crystal. The mosaics covered every inch of the walls, save for the arched doorways to other rooms, and all took the form of complicated geometric patterns. Above was a barrel roof from which hung floating planters of glowing vines. “This [i]really[/i] is a beautiful home, lady Liana. Did you adorn it yourself?” Xiaoli asked. “Oh yes,” Liana said wryly, “I just waved my hands and did all this myself.” Both Hermes’ and Xiaoli’s eyes shone with inspiration. “My, how extraordinarily talented you are! The statue you made was a wonderful demonstration, too! Your master must be so proud of you!” Xiaoli proclaimed warmly. Liana stared at Xiaoli and stifled a laugh, “That was a joke, Xiaoli.” She gestured to the enormous and intricate mosaics around her, and asked, “How would I even be able to make something like this? I’m not a god, you know.” Xiaoli froze in her excitement and stood slack-jawed for a moment. She then closed her eyes and took a deep breath through the nose and then nodded, perhaps a little somberly. At the sight, Hermes gave a quizzical look, augmented by a curious Poppler crackling. “Indeed, you are not. Your essence is different, now that I think about it,” Xiaoli said and sighed quietly. However, promptly thereafter, she flashed a smile once again. “No matter,” she said, “for godhood is not a requirement for good company. Speaking of, would you mind showing us around for a bit?” “My what?” Liana eyed Xiaoli questioningly, but continued with a shrug, “And of course. I should warn you there’s not much to see beyond the palace though. Or even in it, really. I was getting pretty bored before you two arrived.” “Is that so,” Xiaoli inquired. “Well, we brought ourselves, if you would have us. I also brought some tea, I think. Pardon me for a spell…” She rummaged through her dress and belt. After half a minute had passed, she extracted a small leather pouch from her sleeve and showed it to the others. “This is all that I brought - it will make about two pots, I reckon, so we have drink for when we get thirsty or just want something to savour.” She winked playfully at the two. Hermes suddenly looked stressed, Poppler landing on her head, “as long as there aren’t any more rules.” “I’m really starting to understand Narzhak’s view of things,” She whispered to Poppler. [i]”Pop!”[/i] “Tea?” Liana turned from Xiaoli to Hermes, her confusion apparent, “And rules? There are rules for drinking tea? Why would drinking come with rules?” Xiaoli prodded her cheek ponderously. “Well, there are scores of rules, actually! A proper tea ceremony is indeed founded upon the very concept of strict rules to make for the most refined experience. Of course, that mainly applies to the tea master - the guests are considerably freer.” Hermes put a stiff hand on Xiaoli’s shoulder and gave a disarming smile, “Why don’t we all be free?” Xiaoli chuckled hesitantly and put squeezed the hand on her shoulder softly. “W-well… Freedom is nice, sure, but…” She took a deep breath. “... Rules can be nice, too, no? It makes everything a little more orderly, after all.” “But it’s just drinking,” Hermes furrowed her brow, “what could go wrong?” “It’s not just-!” Xiaoli burst out, but promptly recomposed herself. “Pardon me - what I meant to say was, naturally, it is-...” She paused and frowned, “-[i]just drinking[/i], but the ceremony allows for a much more intricate experience, no? One has time to chat and savour the flavours of the tea. Yes, the ceremony has no intrinsic value, but… It’s just nice, alright?” Her eyes grew wide and pleading and her lower lip stuck out slightly. Hermes narrowed her eyes and then looked at Liana and then back at Xiaoli, Poppler crackling between them all, “Okay, for the experience.” “Um,” Liana’s befuddled expression shifted to one of concern, “Sure? I’m still not sure what tea is, but sure. If it’s supposed to be enjoyed I think there’s a better place for that than the hallway, though.” She looked around and pointed out a small door through which a staircase was visible, “There’s a balcony on the second level. Would that work?” “Oh, anywhere would work! All we need is a low table, somewhere to heat water and a nice atmosphere,” Xiaoli chortled. “Lead the way, my lady.” She queued up behind her, inciting Hermes and Poppler to do the same as they awaited the vine-woman’s guidance. “Will do,” Liana smiled and made her way to doorway. She gestured for the two to follow her before stepping through. Inside was a spiral staircase not unlike that which had greeted Hermes and Xiaoli in the tower, but this one was far shorter. At the top was a hallway identical to the one they’d come from. The only thing that distinguished the second floor from the first was the fact that every door on the side opposite of them seemed to lead to a small balcony overlooking the Lustrous Garden. Liana led them through one of those. The semicircular balcony jutted out of palace and, due to its clear crystal floor and railing, gave the group the impression they were floating. Liana stepped up to the railing and leaned against it. She looked out at the endless forest of vines and the walkways they supported before turning to face Xiaoli, “You said you needed water, right?” Xiaoli nodded. “A heat source and a kettle would be very nice, too, if you could.” “Hm,” Liana scratched her head in thought. The thin vines that made up her hair parting as her fingers worked. From her position at the edge of the balcony she looked down at the watery surface far below. In the distance a long branch of vines twisted its end into the shape of a bowl. It scooped up the water and then rose. It took a while, moving carefully so as to not spill its burden, but before more than a minute had passed a large bowl full of water had been deposited at the center of the balcony. The bowl detached from the end of the vine and the long limb then went about shaping itself into three chairs before detaching each. Liana carried them to her new friends and grinned, “Water, and chairs!” [I]”Zzt!”[/i] Poppler quickly submerged himself in the bowl of water, forcing a chuckle out of Hermes. Liana sat on the chair she’d made for herself and froze as a look of realization dawned on her face. Sheepishly, she looked to Xiaoli, “What’s a kettle, again?” “Oh, a kettle is like a teapot - only larger and made of something slightly more fire-resistant! Here, let me show you.” Xiaoli picked up a nearby rock from a flower bed. She pulled and stretched it as if it was putty and fashioned it into a makeshift kettle, which she promptly filled with water from the bowl. “Fantastic! Now a heat source!” Liana looked at Xiaoli’s demonstration slack-jawed. She glanced at Hermes (who was busy poking Poppler) and back to Xiaoli before asking, “Uh, are [i]you[/i] a god?” Xiaoli stared for a moment, then burst out into a loud cackle, which she swiftly bottled up into a giggle. “No, no, not a god, dear. I am… Well, I am divine, but I am a mere fragment of my master’s holiness. He blessed me with the power to act in his stead, should the need arise. As such, I have been blessed with certain powers.” To demonstrate, she opened her palm. Some water from the bowl skipped out much to Poppler's dismay and begun to dance around in her hand before first turning into ice, then into steam, then back into water - all in the span of a few seconds. “They can do that? And she didn’t?” Liana pouted for a moment before breaking out into her own laugh. She pointed at Xiaoli’s hand, “So you can do that, but you’re asking [i]me[/i] for a heat source?” The vine woman raised her eyebrows and chuckled, “That’s not fair!” “Well, I do not know what I’m allowed to light on fire around here, so…” She grumbled. “Hermes, do you have anything we can burn?” Hermes tapped her chin in thought, “all I have are clothes and gifts, but I don't want to burn any of those.” The Dreamer took a seat next to Liana and swiped Poppler from the now empty bowl, “we could burn some of the-” she stopped and stared at Liana before cautiously reaching out and poking the vine-lady's cheek with an extended finger, “uh, if that's okay.” Liana’s eyes widened and she stared at Hermes, “You’re not suggesting you burn me, right?” “No!” Hermes huffed, embarrassed, “just the stuff that-” “This!” She poked the vines. “Oh,” Liana looked relieved. She glanced at the empty bowl of vines, “Yeah, I guess we could burn it. As long as it’s not connected to the forest. I’m not really keen to experience being burned alive, even in an roundabout sense.” Her eyes flicked back to Hermes and she playfully poked the Dreamers cheek before apologizing, “Sorry Hermes.” Hermes smiled and poked Liana's cheek back, “it's okay.” “Yes!” Hermes seemed a little more energetic, “let's burn the things and drink the tea.” [I]”CRACKLE!”[/i] Xiaoli chuckled, though a little uncertain in tone. Regardless, with a simple snap of her fingers, the bowl caught fire and the kettle was placed neatly on top. “Now, we calmly wait a little,” she said softly and begun fashioning a tea pot and some cups from nearby rocks. “The water will take some time to boil, so why don’t you tell us a little more about yourself, Liana.” She planted herself comfortably in one of the chairs around the table and gave the vine girl a wink. Hermes turned attentively to her new friend, Poppler on her nose. “Me?” Liana scooched her chair away from the fire, “I’m not sure there’s much to say. Apparently, not that I remember, Asceal found my soul floating in the debris of her first home. After it exploded, I guess. She saved me from Katharsos massacre, made me a body, and gave me a name.” Liana shrugged, “From there we went to Heliopolis and met Aelius and Azura before returning to rebuild the Garden. I’ve been lounging around here ever since.” She glanced around before adding, “I was getting pretty bored, honestly. I’m grateful Asceal saved me, more grateful than I can express, but she really could have told me she was leaving.” Liana smiled softly, “It was pretty lonely before you two arrived.” “Wow… That is certainly a way to be created. I am glad Her Holiness Asceal saved you, dear. Still, though, I must inquire - Katharsos’ massacre?” Xiaoli raised an eyebrow. She put down the final cup and cocked her head to the side. “What has His Holiness done, if I may ask?” “You don't know?” Liana looked surprised, “He gathered all the souls that came to this universe with the gods. Then he burned them. I don’t know how many original souls are even left at this point. Aside from us of course. Asceal said just saving me was difficult, so it can't be many.” Xiaoli innocently tweedled her thumbs. “No, I knew… It’s just-...” She looked away hesitantly. She then snapped her finger quietly. Hermes’ crossed her brow but before she could ask her question the kettle suddenly let out a loud squeal. “Oh, look! The water is ready!” Xiaoli reached for the kettle and first poured some hot water into the teapot, then into each of the three cups. “This is the first step - heating the claywares. It helps retain the flavour of the tea. To really warm the cups, though, the water has to sit there for a little while.” Liana glanced at the kettle and narrowed her eyes, but said nothing. Hesitantly she reached to poke one of the cups before recoiling, “Ow. That is hot. We’re supposed to drink that?” “Oh, no. That water is just for warming the cups!” She grabbed each cup as well as the teapot and discarded the water off the side of the balcony. “Now we make the water we drink!” She took out the pouch of tea leaves, measured the correct number to use in the available teapot and put them in. She then submerged them in hot water and waited. [i]Zzt![/i] Poppler suddenly whizzed off of Hermes’ nose and slipped into the teapot. Hermes’ eyes widened and she looked at Xiaoli with a sense of worry. “Poppler,” Hermes hissed and a defiant crackle echoed from the pot. She poked the pot, but quickly snatched her finger back as it burned, “ow!” The little cloudling suddenly slipped from the spout of the teapot and hovered over Hermes’ reddened finger, his little cloud body leaving bits of warmed moisture. Hermes looked back at Xiaoli sheepishly, “sorry Xiaoli.” Xiaoli immediately snatched Hermes’ sore finger and stuck it in her mouth. Hermes’ eyes widened in shock and Poppler zipped around Xiaoli’s head crackling angrily. The Dreamer quickly pulled away, “what are you doing!?” The girl recoiled as well, beads of water forming on her forehead. “I-... I just-... My body is full of cool water, so I thought I could-...” She looked around desperately, but found that Poppler was making concentrating on anything a serious task. “Poppl-! Poppler, please, you’re not being very-..!” She wafted her hand gently at the cloud. “I’m sorry, this is a smidge awkward.” Poppler let out one final crackle before floating back to Hermes who still sat in shock, “Oh,” Hermes continued to stare, “I get it. I- I think my finger is fine now.” “O-oh. Of course! Of course…” Xiaoli suddenly shot open her eyes. “[i]The tea![/i]! I left it in too long!” She swiftly picked up the pot and poured each cup half-full. The smell was strong - too strong. She let out a disappointed sigh. “I’m sorry, I didn’t really show my best right now…” “It’s okay,” Hermes quietly reassured as she took her cup and held it to her lips, the radiating heat causing her to wait, “I’m sure it tastes great.” Liana held a hand over her mouth, shaking ever so slightly. It took a moment before she managed to suppress her laughter entirely and even then she had to take a few deep breaths before speaking, “Yes, I’m- I’m sure it will be delicious Xiaoli.” Hermes cast her eyes down into the cup and slowly took a sip. She swished the liquid around in her mouth, and then gulped it down. She shivered at the sensation of the heat and then smiled, “I like it.” She clicked her tongue a few times, shaking the bitterness from her palate. Xiaoli’s downcast eyes immediately swung back up, fixing on Hermes with starry sparkles within. “R-really?! You do?!” She pushed up her cheeks with her fists and grinned so sweetly she could have dulled the bitterness of the tea. Hermes nodded enthusiastically and held her cup out to Xiaoli, “I’m going to go with: yes.” Liana’s eyes flicked between the two and she carefully sipped her own cup. “Hermes is right,” She concluded after a moment, “This is good, much tastier than normal water!” Xiaoli’s pale cheeks took on a much pinker hue and she looked down again. “N’aaaw, girls… You are just saying thaaat…” She looked to the side, giggling. “No, I do like it,” Hermes put her empty cup on the table which Poppler dipped into briefly before making a grumpy popping sound and leaving the tea droplets alone. Hermes eyed the cloudling briefly before her gaze bounced back to Xiaoli. Hermes flashed a cheshire smile. “Definitely good!” Liana drank the rest of her cup. Xiaoli clapped her hands excitedly. “Well, then you must have more!” She promptly emptied her own cup and refilled all three. “Please, drink up!” Hermes happily reclaimed her cup and sipped greedily at her drink, having to stop now and again due to increasing pain. Liana eyed the dreamer with a worried look before grasping her own cup and sipping the steaming liquid more slowly. Xiaoli chuckled softly and had a sip herself. [hider=XXX GirlxGirlxGirl Water on Vine action] Hermes and Xiaoli blunder into a gateway. Liana says hi. They drink tea. [/hider] [hider=Bloopers] “ARE YOU CALLING ME A LIAR?” Guns suddenly whipped out of their holsters. --- Hermes cast her eyes down into the cup and slowly took a sip, “YOOOO bitch this fuckin terrible. The fuck taught you to brew? The janitor? Aye I’ve seen this stuff before right after my mornin shat you dumb fuck face.” “Huh?” Liana sipped her own cup, and immediately tossed its contents into Xiaoli’s face, “Steamingly filth you hag! I thought this was tea, not a fucking witches brew!” --- “Wow,” Liana harrumphed, “You’ll suckle her finger? I see how it is.” --- “TEA, MOTHERFUCKER; DO YOU DRINK IT?” “W-what?” Hermes was taken aback by the outburst. “Say what again, I dare you, I double dare you!” --- “Nah I fucking called up Martha Stewart, you tripe hog.” Xiaoli nodded in understanding, “I would have done the same, blud.” She proceeded to pull out a cigarette and stick it in between her lips, which immediately made it too soggy to light. She cursed a ‘fuck me’ and threw it away. “Got any booze around, weed lady?” she asked in a harsh tone. “Booze? I’m a plant you dim trollop, are you trying to kill me?” Liana flipped off Xiaoli and put an arm around Poppler before whispering to the cloud, “Hows about we blow this joint and you water me real good baby.”[/hider]