Smoky reveries
In her Avalae apartment, the mysterious "Cirrus" handmaiden was emerging from her vaporous hallucinations. Lying on her bed, she breathed slowly, her head in the smoke of her concoction. That evening, she had exhausted her supply of gibbai flesh. Her large water pipe contained nothing but damp ashes.
When she had fully regained consciousness, the homine stood up and splashed some water on her face. She then brushed her hair, smoothed out her dress and stepped outside for some fresh air. The building's janitor saw a graceful young Matisse walk past him, a carefree smile on her lips, whom he would certainly not have recognized a few moments earlier, slumped as she was in her cloud of hallucinogenic smoke.
Cirrus"'s accomplice, as she walked, let her thoughts drift on the waves of her memory.
She remembered her first meeting with the enigmatic Matis, who turned out to be a convict. Although he was older than her, the young homine had been seduced by his attentive manner, and if she had fallen for him, she might still have had doubts about the reciprocity of her feelings, but this was not a primary concern for her.
She escaped for a week from her life in Zora, joining "Cirrus" in his tribe in the Green Summits. She shared tents, wine and smoke with him.
Just as the young homin's escapade was about to come to an end, as she didn't want to arouse the suspicions of those close to her, "Cirrus" introduced her to vaporized gibbai flesh, a powerful hallucinogen. For a brief moment, she was reluctant to consume it, as her Zoraie upbringing forbade such things, but once she had tasted it, she forgot her scruples. However, the Matisse didn't notice that "Cirrus" hadn't taken any with her.
Back at home, the young homin couldn't forget the exhilarating sensations this new preparation had given her, so much so that she couldn't do without it. Unable to obtain some in the Pays Malade without being indiscreet, she sent an izam to "Cirrus". He offered her a deal...
In her Avalae apartment, the mysterious "Cirrus" handmaiden was emerging from her vaporous hallucinations. Lying on her bed, she breathed slowly, her head in the smoke of her concoction. That evening, she had exhausted her supply of gibbai flesh. Her large water pipe contained nothing but damp ashes.
When she had fully regained consciousness, the homine stood up and splashed some water on her face. She then brushed her hair, smoothed out her dress and stepped outside for some fresh air. The building's janitor saw a graceful young Matisse walk past him, a carefree smile on her lips, whom he would certainly not have recognized a few moments earlier, slumped as she was in her cloud of hallucinogenic smoke.
Cirrus"'s accomplice, as she walked, let her thoughts drift on the waves of her memory.
She remembered her first meeting with the enigmatic Matis, who turned out to be a convict. Although he was older than her, the young homine had been seduced by his attentive manner, and if she had fallen for him, she might still have had doubts about the reciprocity of her feelings, but this was not a primary concern for her.
She escaped for a week from her life in Zora, joining "Cirrus" in his tribe in the Green Summits. She shared tents, wine and smoke with him.
Just as the young homin's escapade was about to come to an end, as she didn't want to arouse the suspicions of those close to her, "Cirrus" introduced her to vaporized gibbai flesh, a powerful hallucinogen. For a brief moment, she was reluctant to consume it, as her Zoraie upbringing forbade such things, but once she had tasted it, she forgot her scruples. However, the Matisse didn't notice that "Cirrus" hadn't taken any with her.
Back at home, the young homin couldn't forget the exhilarating sensations this new preparation had given her, so much so that she couldn't do without it. Unable to obtain some in the Pays Malade without being indiscreet, she sent an izam to "Cirrus". He offered her a deal...