Intriguing puffs of white smoke rose inside transparent, sluggishly developping clouds towards the sky. She had been silently judging the ongoing of white circles while also silently blaming whoever parent had let the kid do as she pleased.

Not my job, the diviner decided as she chewed on a lonely stem that had been affectionately poking her face, managing however without averting her eyes from the scene. She had been wandering underneath the dunes in search of decent food even though her second priority was, of course, finding a certain higher up she could talk business with. Unfortunately, pegasi tended to roam the skies, and she didn’t. Since that fact didn't really motivate her to look, anyway, she prioritized chewing raw grass to at least somewhat get her nutrients. Maybe at some point Ampere would want another therapy session and come look for the diviner herself.

In other words: Maren pondered on and finally watched a black mare approach Mrs. Puffer. Oh, look that must be her mother. She was certainly going to tell her to go waste time doing something else now. Good. She was about to turn her eyes and continue her chewing without any distractions, when she couldn’t help catch the black mare’s words: “What’s that?”  Surprisingly, she sounded rather curious. Not mad. Not at all. The diviner’s alabaster head arose from the patch of dry grass when she realized that, ears folded towards the two. At that same moment a familiar looking bluebird came falling from the sky. She watched them for a second, pondered for a bit in the meantime. For some reason it looked relaxed, carefree how they were standing together like that and that was an interesting thing to see - and, surprisingly, she wanted to be there too.

Fate had it that, coincidentally, Maren was in need of council from the bluebird, so she wandered over with a somewhat decent motive.

"Ampere, I wish to discuss the coming trip to…," she quickly turned to the chancellor, since she felt like she had been about to ask Mrs. Puffer for a hoist. As quickly as she had, however, there was yet another... thing ascending into her vision that could be called questionable. — “Oh...,” she noted first with a slight surprise as her eyes shifted from the bright green bird to Ampere and back. Then, as a conclusion, she curved her eyebrows into suspicious ripples. “I thought you were above companions,” she openly judged the chancellors hypocrisy. At least try to be subtle about it. She let out a puff herself in the shape of a sigh, turned around to Shida with standard cold eyes. Now that she had started she might as well go all the way. “That’s not Diviner's Fire smoke,” she noted in an almost whisper to the girl blowing off steam. Maren's glance fell on the black mare with the Bongo, who she didn't quit know either. However, she couldn't help but think this mare should've said something a little less supportive than she had. Wasn't she a healer? Close enough to a mother-figure, anyway. After all, Maren really had no right to judge or was in no position to say anything about drug-abuse. Who was it after all that had a night’ with the King of Fireflies after getting high on berries?At least my mouth didn’t smell like shit afterwards. On the other hand, this was the Dragon’s throat, so burning your throat to get stoned might simply be the only good way to do it.


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