Paloma

For the past minute or two you've followed the pungent, heavy scent of lavender and hemp through the sunny, lazy midafternoon forest, and your curiosity has been rewarded. Before you, spread out on her back atop a blanket of moss and fallen leaves, reclines a strange, wild-haired woman, contentedly puffing at a blown glass pipe, the air around her blue with smoke. She doesn't lift her head to acknowledge you, but is clearly well aware of your presence. Hey there! You lost out here, friend?