Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20160117201116/@comment-29458028-20160531152022

Lyrissa folded her arms and waited, observing the smoking leaves, the patterns the smike left in the air, the way the leaves crinkled up as they turned to ashes. She seemed more interested in observing the combustion of the leaves than actually smoking them or looking at anything else. Perhaps she was weird in some way.

Lyrissa quietly said "and so more pollutants release into the air. If you smoked in my land, you would have been severely punished. It's almost a capital crime there. Then again, it's just air pollution to us. I guess you have your reasons, so I will not press this issue further after giving my opinion."

Her eyes were tracing the smoke as it rose into the skies.