Who: Salvia and Marijuana What: Explaining the birds and the bees. Literally. When: Thursday early afternoon Where: The Highway Warnings: Well, it's the "sex talk" as given to a girl who is technically two years old.
Because it seemed like a nice thing to do, Salvia picked up a potted marijuana plant that she'd been growing since arriving in the city before made her way upstairs to the room her brother shared with Heroin. There was nothing particularly special about the plant itself, but she'd painted the curved and rounded pot blue with bright, white irises. Salvia couldn't remember when she'd done it (she'd simply come out of a particularly intense high one morning to find the thing drying beside her) but she thought it pretty enough to bring up to Marijuana. Presents always seemed to put him in a good mood.
She padded out of her room barefoot, leaving a trail of muddy footprints and yellow pollen in her wake. A bee or two followed out of the room, but instead of tangling up in her hair where the pollen fell from they settled on the leaves of the marijuana plant before picking up and dashing off again. Salvia frowned, but almost immediately she smiled again, remembering that her brother was going to tell her how she could grabs those bees once again. And that's why her hermano was the best brother in the world!
Salvia beamed as she knocked on his door. "It's y-your sister," she called out in English, just in case he wasn't in the room for some reason and a mortal walked out of the room instead. It was odd, she thought, that not everyone in her brother's employ spoke his language, but she'd never commented on it. And now she simply waited, clutching her plant earnestly in front of her.