i don't do drugs. i am drugs

For once Dione would lay languidly, flopped on her side with her daughter leaning into her chest as she regarded her mother curiously. Ganja would lean in lazily, regarding the piece of a bud that Dione had produced on her nose and offered to her daughter. She was curious, but she would not deny Dione's offering, lapping the sticky green from her nose. Dione would withdraw for a moment, ruby gaze regarding her daughter lazily as she attempted to chew on the substance with puppy teeth, it was enough to bring soft laughter from the woman's throat before her daughter would finally decide to simply swallow the bud whole. Dione would smile sweetly as she flopped onto her side, once more curling her tail around her daughter and arching herself so she was in a tight ball around her daughter. "It will take a moment. I will tell you a story in the meantime..." Dione would murmur softly, her vision already starting to teeter but it was not with her yet. "A story of the gods and the Titans perhaps? Of Tantalus, a Titan who ate his own son? Or perhaps of Icarus who flew too close to the sun... Maybe of Sisyphus? Or perhaps a story of one of your fathers and my adventures in the swamps..." She would murmur, giggling softly and rolling her head so she was staring up at the ceiling lazily.