Ray
A panther in the night,
A fire burning bright
Ray raised a brow at the suddenly present water and poppies. That was convenient. Taking one of the stems, she brought out a small knife from her pocket. With a squint of focus, she made a small incision along the spherical portion. A thick ooze started to drip down, almost like molasses. Ray placed the bud aside and repeated the process as she spoke. "We're going to wait for the sap to build up along the surface. It generally forms little semi-solid beads. We'll then scrape them into the water to mix. and dilute." A fire burning bright
Ray handed a few buds to Deimos, as well as a knife, giving a nod for him to join her. "We'll need quite a bit. Only a little comes out of each, but it is potent." A teasing grin formed. "And for the love of the gods do not lick the damn thing."
the only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existance becomes an act of rebellion
-Albert Camus
-Albert Camus
