Baby Steps

Satira shot Cináed a sly look, complete with a little feminine smirk and all when he made his comment about not being the only one well taken care of. "I do hope that's a promise," she remarked with a sultry purr in her vocals as the two of them made their way out of the greenhouse together. She had collected plenty of herbs and recreational drugs to fill her bags and keep her stocks full for quite some time, barring a sudden outbreak of the plague or some apocalyptic event, and now all she had to do was mix them up into their respective compounds and medicines. She'd have to wait until she got back home to use her chemistry set and made the actual decoctions and tinctures, but she could still mix a few of the dry ones together for their own personal use tonight.

The little wolf-dog followed her giant escort around the island, sticking by his side all the while as she drank in the sights around her. It was hard for her to think about Ciná living on this tropical island paradise and ever wanting to leave willingly. After a short bit of walking, the two of them emerged out on the beach on the far side of the island at a secluded cove, private and isolated. Tira smiled and nodded approvingly as she took in the sights. It was tranquil, peaceful, and without another soul or strip of land in sight. Out in front of them, the swelling ocean sprawled as far as the eye could see. It was gorgeous! Tira followed Ciná across the soft golden sands to a dilapidated gazebo, watching with curiosity as he pulled up a bench to reveal a hidden cache of supplies. Furs were laid out and firewood was prepped for a campfire for them.

Satira chuckled and smirked, shooting Ciná a suspicious glance. "You're sure you never brought any ladies out here for any explicit purposes? This all feels veeeery deliberately set up to me," she teased him with her accusations, but still sauntered over to lay out on one of the furs all the same. She slid down to her belly on the fur and proceeded to pull out a few different herbs she'd just gathered—cannabis and kava—beginning to pull the leaves from the stems and ripping them up into smaller pieces. She began to construct two piles of the torn up leaves, measuring out the drugs as evenly as she could between them. This was her own special blend of euphoria-inducing narcotics, a lovely high that left the imbiber feeling excited, happy, and stimulated, as well as highly sensitive to physical touch and pleasure. There was little doubt what she'd be doing with this tonight. "Care to join me, big boy? These one's will make you feel awesome." Gesturing Cináed to the second pile she'd made, Tira scooped up her own pile and stuffed the plants into her mouth, chewing slowly to let the plants soak in her saliva and really get the full effect of the drugs.

"Cináed & Satira"