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It wasn’t like a little high where she might just be loose and relaxed. She was in the fucking sky. It was great. Akila was so baked out of her mind that she might not even have a mind left. Haha, that would be a funny thing to happen. Wait would it? Ha, she didn’t know. But everything was funny.
But let’s start at the beginning, shall we?
Akila was getting some minor repairs on her boat. Nothing too serious. Her hull was fine, but the ram could use some work. But that left her time in Cairo, where there would be no sailing… no working. She needed to blow off steam. The pirate had started at the taverns. But the beer was shitty and the people weren’t the usual lot. It was ruining Akila’s mood when she had coin to burn and the desire to be as far from sober as she could possibly be.
Huh, what is this place? She had thought as she left, stumbling out of the tavern she had just been to see… an opium den? Now, Akila traveled. A lot. Being in one place for an extended period time meant she’s wasn’t making any money. But Egypt was her home, and she knew it better than anyone. So for a new opium den to spring up out of nowhere on the cusp of what was the shitty part of town and somewhere decent folk might actually show up… well, this Akila had to see.
Akila was a pirate. She sailed the ocean. She had never been interested in anything beyond the sea. And yet an hour into being in this opium den she began to wonder: How soft were clouds? Were they like… pillows? They looked fluffy. But even pillows had support. So if she laid on a cloud at what point would it support her? Like… would she fall through?
Her head swiveled to the left and saw a girl. She was pretty and she had really smooth looking skin. The skin you have when you don’t work outside all day. Akila went over to her and sat on the pile of pillows that was next to the girl. She looked at her hands. The easiest, tell-tale sign if a girl was a worker or some richling she’d extort. They looked smooth, unworked.
This girl was oozing money.
“Would you fall through clouds?” Akila asked her, “Or would a cloud catch you if you laid on it? Think about it. They’re so fluffy and white. But like… Ra sails through them, yeah? So wouldn’t they rip if he sailed through them? But they’re just… there. Unless Ra is a fucking coward and hides from clouds like he hides from everything else every fucking night.” Akila put her lips to the vase in front of them, breathing in a good puff of smoke until it burned her lungs. “Fuck clouds, man. You’d just fall through them.” Akila jut her chin towards the vase, egging her to take a rip.
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Akila was fucking high.
It wasn’t like a little high where she might just be loose and relaxed. She was in the fucking sky. It was great. Akila was so baked out of her mind that she might not even have a mind left. Haha, that would be a funny thing to happen. Wait would it? Ha, she didn’t know. But everything was funny.
But let’s start at the beginning, shall we?
Akila was getting some minor repairs on her boat. Nothing too serious. Her hull was fine, but the ram could use some work. But that left her time in Cairo, where there would be no sailing… no working. She needed to blow off steam. The pirate had started at the taverns. But the beer was shitty and the people weren’t the usual lot. It was ruining Akila’s mood when she had coin to burn and the desire to be as far from sober as she could possibly be.
Huh, what is this place? She had thought as she left, stumbling out of the tavern she had just been to see… an opium den? Now, Akila traveled. A lot. Being in one place for an extended period time meant she’s wasn’t making any money. But Egypt was her home, and she knew it better than anyone. So for a new opium den to spring up out of nowhere on the cusp of what was the shitty part of town and somewhere decent folk might actually show up… well, this Akila had to see.
Akila was a pirate. She sailed the ocean. She had never been interested in anything beyond the sea. And yet an hour into being in this opium den she began to wonder: How soft were clouds? Were they like… pillows? They looked fluffy. But even pillows had support. So if she laid on a cloud at what point would it support her? Like… would she fall through?
Her head swiveled to the left and saw a girl. She was pretty and she had really smooth looking skin. The skin you have when you don’t work outside all day. Akila went over to her and sat on the pile of pillows that was next to the girl. She looked at her hands. The easiest, tell-tale sign if a girl was a worker or some richling she’d extort. They looked smooth, unworked.
This girl was oozing money.
“Would you fall through clouds?” Akila asked her, “Or would a cloud catch you if you laid on it? Think about it. They’re so fluffy and white. But like… Ra sails through them, yeah? So wouldn’t they rip if he sailed through them? But they’re just… there. Unless Ra is a fucking coward and hides from clouds like he hides from everything else every fucking night.” Akila put her lips to the vase in front of them, breathing in a good puff of smoke until it burned her lungs. “Fuck clouds, man. You’d just fall through them.” Akila jut her chin towards the vase, egging her to take a rip.
Akila was fucking high.
It wasn’t like a little high where she might just be loose and relaxed. She was in the fucking sky. It was great. Akila was so baked out of her mind that she might not even have a mind left. Haha, that would be a funny thing to happen. Wait would it? Ha, she didn’t know. But everything was funny.
But let’s start at the beginning, shall we?
Akila was getting some minor repairs on her boat. Nothing too serious. Her hull was fine, but the ram could use some work. But that left her time in Cairo, where there would be no sailing… no working. She needed to blow off steam. The pirate had started at the taverns. But the beer was shitty and the people weren’t the usual lot. It was ruining Akila’s mood when she had coin to burn and the desire to be as far from sober as she could possibly be.
Huh, what is this place? She had thought as she left, stumbling out of the tavern she had just been to see… an opium den? Now, Akila traveled. A lot. Being in one place for an extended period time meant she’s wasn’t making any money. But Egypt was her home, and she knew it better than anyone. So for a new opium den to spring up out of nowhere on the cusp of what was the shitty part of town and somewhere decent folk might actually show up… well, this Akila had to see.
Akila was a pirate. She sailed the ocean. She had never been interested in anything beyond the sea. And yet an hour into being in this opium den she began to wonder: How soft were clouds? Were they like… pillows? They looked fluffy. But even pillows had support. So if she laid on a cloud at what point would it support her? Like… would she fall through?
Her head swiveled to the left and saw a girl. She was pretty and she had really smooth looking skin. The skin you have when you don’t work outside all day. Akila went over to her and sat on the pile of pillows that was next to the girl. She looked at her hands. The easiest, tell-tale sign if a girl was a worker or some richling she’d extort. They looked smooth, unworked.
This girl was oozing money.
“Would you fall through clouds?” Akila asked her, “Or would a cloud catch you if you laid on it? Think about it. They’re so fluffy and white. But like… Ra sails through them, yeah? So wouldn’t they rip if he sailed through them? But they’re just… there. Unless Ra is a fucking coward and hides from clouds like he hides from everything else every fucking night.” Akila put her lips to the vase in front of them, breathing in a good puff of smoke until it burned her lungs. “Fuck clouds, man. You’d just fall through them.” Akila jut her chin towards the vase, egging her to take a rip.
It seemed that Mandisa had entered a downward spiral. The young noblewoman had been through bouts of dependency on opium before, but she had begun to wonder if she was in over her head this time - she had been visiting this particular opium den every few nights for around the past month. The temptation to indulge was usually easy to swat off, as the majority of such establishments were located in a part of the city that she would not soil herself by stepping foot in. This one, however, had opened its doors just about on the edge of Mandisa's no-go zone.
Her penchant for opium was not necessarily a piece of gossip that she wanted floating around amongst the other high-born folk, and her gaze flitted around every few moments in paranoia. There were, of course, other courtiers there, but they were mostly men, and they left her well enough alone. The anxiety generally faded after her first few puffs and from then the experience was blissful. On this occasion she was reclining on a stack of pillows, lazily regarding the the specks of dust illuminated in the smoky air.
She speculated over what her father would make of this - surely nothing good. His beautiful young daughter spending her evening amongst the common folk, with no more protection than a single guard she had bribed into silence. As if to punctuate this thought, a stranger appeared through the haze and abruptly seated herself next to Mandisa. Mildly annoyed but not caring to protest, she watched as the woman looked her over. She wondered if she was to be robbed, but it was difficult to care.
Surprisingly, she launched into a monologue about... clouds? Mandisa furrowed her eyebrows as she struggled to make sense of what the woman was on about. She had had perhaps two or three puffs. Four perhaps? It didn't seem to matter. Her mind felt thick and heavy. Despite this, she caught a few snippets of the speech. "...Ra is a fucking coward and hides from clouds like he hides from everything else every fucking night.” Mandisa could not help but snort in laughter. The strangeness of the woman seemed to fade away, and in its place Mandisa saw only an opportunity for fun. She was so unlike the other demure ladies that Mandisa usually mixed with.
She considered the woman's final point, and leaned forward for another drag. For a moment, she held the smoke in her lungs and then blew it upwards, admiring the swirling patterns it created in the candle light. Looking directly at the woman for the first time, Mandisa thought she looked a rough sort, with a scar on her face, but otherwise she was unexpectedly beautiful.Beautiful and probably dangerous... she mused. She nodded. "You may be right." She frowned thoughtfully. "They're no fun at all... I prefer these," she said drowsily, fanning her hand around in the smoke. "These... clouds." She giggled That last rip might have been one too many.
She looked into the woman's dark eyes. "... Who are you, anyway?"
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It seemed that Mandisa had entered a downward spiral. The young noblewoman had been through bouts of dependency on opium before, but she had begun to wonder if she was in over her head this time - she had been visiting this particular opium den every few nights for around the past month. The temptation to indulge was usually easy to swat off, as the majority of such establishments were located in a part of the city that she would not soil herself by stepping foot in. This one, however, had opened its doors just about on the edge of Mandisa's no-go zone.
Her penchant for opium was not necessarily a piece of gossip that she wanted floating around amongst the other high-born folk, and her gaze flitted around every few moments in paranoia. There were, of course, other courtiers there, but they were mostly men, and they left her well enough alone. The anxiety generally faded after her first few puffs and from then the experience was blissful. On this occasion she was reclining on a stack of pillows, lazily regarding the the specks of dust illuminated in the smoky air.
She speculated over what her father would make of this - surely nothing good. His beautiful young daughter spending her evening amongst the common folk, with no more protection than a single guard she had bribed into silence. As if to punctuate this thought, a stranger appeared through the haze and abruptly seated herself next to Mandisa. Mildly annoyed but not caring to protest, she watched as the woman looked her over. She wondered if she was to be robbed, but it was difficult to care.
Surprisingly, she launched into a monologue about... clouds? Mandisa furrowed her eyebrows as she struggled to make sense of what the woman was on about. She had had perhaps two or three puffs. Four perhaps? It didn't seem to matter. Her mind felt thick and heavy. Despite this, she caught a few snippets of the speech. "...Ra is a fucking coward and hides from clouds like he hides from everything else every fucking night.” Mandisa could not help but snort in laughter. The strangeness of the woman seemed to fade away, and in its place Mandisa saw only an opportunity for fun. She was so unlike the other demure ladies that Mandisa usually mixed with.
She considered the woman's final point, and leaned forward for another drag. For a moment, she held the smoke in her lungs and then blew it upwards, admiring the swirling patterns it created in the candle light. Looking directly at the woman for the first time, Mandisa thought she looked a rough sort, with a scar on her face, but otherwise she was unexpectedly beautiful.Beautiful and probably dangerous... she mused. She nodded. "You may be right." She frowned thoughtfully. "They're no fun at all... I prefer these," she said drowsily, fanning her hand around in the smoke. "These... clouds." She giggled That last rip might have been one too many.
She looked into the woman's dark eyes. "... Who are you, anyway?"
It seemed that Mandisa had entered a downward spiral. The young noblewoman had been through bouts of dependency on opium before, but she had begun to wonder if she was in over her head this time - she had been visiting this particular opium den every few nights for around the past month. The temptation to indulge was usually easy to swat off, as the majority of such establishments were located in a part of the city that she would not soil herself by stepping foot in. This one, however, had opened its doors just about on the edge of Mandisa's no-go zone.
Her penchant for opium was not necessarily a piece of gossip that she wanted floating around amongst the other high-born folk, and her gaze flitted around every few moments in paranoia. There were, of course, other courtiers there, but they were mostly men, and they left her well enough alone. The anxiety generally faded after her first few puffs and from then the experience was blissful. On this occasion she was reclining on a stack of pillows, lazily regarding the the specks of dust illuminated in the smoky air.
She speculated over what her father would make of this - surely nothing good. His beautiful young daughter spending her evening amongst the common folk, with no more protection than a single guard she had bribed into silence. As if to punctuate this thought, a stranger appeared through the haze and abruptly seated herself next to Mandisa. Mildly annoyed but not caring to protest, she watched as the woman looked her over. She wondered if she was to be robbed, but it was difficult to care.
Surprisingly, she launched into a monologue about... clouds? Mandisa furrowed her eyebrows as she struggled to make sense of what the woman was on about. She had had perhaps two or three puffs. Four perhaps? It didn't seem to matter. Her mind felt thick and heavy. Despite this, she caught a few snippets of the speech. "...Ra is a fucking coward and hides from clouds like he hides from everything else every fucking night.” Mandisa could not help but snort in laughter. The strangeness of the woman seemed to fade away, and in its place Mandisa saw only an opportunity for fun. She was so unlike the other demure ladies that Mandisa usually mixed with.
She considered the woman's final point, and leaned forward for another drag. For a moment, she held the smoke in her lungs and then blew it upwards, admiring the swirling patterns it created in the candle light. Looking directly at the woman for the first time, Mandisa thought she looked a rough sort, with a scar on her face, but otherwise she was unexpectedly beautiful.Beautiful and probably dangerous... she mused. She nodded. "You may be right." She frowned thoughtfully. "They're no fun at all... I prefer these," she said drowsily, fanning her hand around in the smoke. "These... clouds." She giggled That last rip might have been one too many.
She looked into the woman's dark eyes. "... Who are you, anyway?"
