Just a little green

Gwynevere was right: Artorias was not going to take no for an answer! Fortunately after some sputtering and mental floundering, his sister accepted and agreed to go relax in the gardens with him and enjoy some of the freshly harvested cannabis. Grinning at Gwyn, Art motioned with a tip of his head for her to follow him, then led the way back out to the castle gardens. It was a sunny autumn day, perfect for enjoying some sunshine before the wet weather got here. Giant paws carried the dire brute down the terrace steps and over to the rows of wisteria trees, their purple blooms long since gone in favor for the multicolored leaves of fall.

Artorias picked a spot beneath one of the draping canopies and flopped himself down on the grass with a heavy sigh, glancing up to Gwyn and patting the space beside him for her to come join him. "All right, let’s see how good this new batch is!" Art said with a giddy grin, sitting up enough to receive some of the cannabis from his sister. "This is going to be a pretty mild high. You’ll probably feel relaxed, euphoric, maybe a bit tingly all over. It might make your mind super focused or nice and floaty. Everyone’s a little different. But you won’t be petting me thinking I’m a cloud." Artorias chuckled at his own self-deprecating joke. He wanted Gwyn to know what to kind of expect from her first high. There was no way to tell for sure what she would experience until she tried it, but he could at least give her some idea to assuage any nerves.

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian"