Akaiyoe started nolstagically into the swirling cloudscape above her, the village was peaceful, like old times once more, it was the town of Oar, founded by the great Drow Elven Ranger Drizz't Do'Urden, before his death. She swayed in her leather native faerun tunic, its tassles, jingling in a way that always pleased her, the branches stretched an on and and seem to connect all the stars that the clouds didn't obscure. Akaiyoe was a drow potter, living in the Slenny forest, in the town of Oar, a small settlement founded around a great tree, sister city of Kuldahar, which was founded by the Druid Tolbin, but things were much warmer here, if not quit to the point of tropics. There existed goblins, elves of all varieties, dwarfs, Aasimar and humans all living in harmony, in the fairy style, that is, mixed together without boundary, all agreeing to practice the ways of Good the best they could, and paying homage to Meilikki, God of the Rangers and the Earth. it had been a long day, making much ceramic artwork, as the blacksmith centaur Oroke commissioned... he was trying to end his days of fighting and weaponry, and decided to turn to glass blowing instead of metalry, but in the meantime, he explained to Akaiyoe that, he just wanted a bong, the metal would not do, muttering something about improper fengshui, a dishonor to hephaestus, it had to be something more... matriarchal, being that it would take some time to learn how to blow the glass, the work fell on Akaiyoe. It was a good deal, Oroke, had found a mushroom ring in the woods and convinced the will o' wisps to spare him a good deal of its fruit, in return for a vow of peace within the woods, apparently there was no need to hunt anymore, and since the goblins had become friends with the towns people, there was really no one out there to fight, now was a different time. a time for spreading love no war, apparently it had been mystical for him, as he wandering the spruces and oaks, after eating a few of the toadstools, the ancient forest spirits, indeed druids, had shown him the fighting must stop. and they showed him to a grove of marijuana plants, growing like so many daisies in the mist. He had recounted the whole stole, the druids looking like tokaerin (small watery dragonite creatures known for helping travellers) and how they danced for a long time. Akaiyoe made a bowl using at the smoking peice a hollowed out deerbone and ceramic as the trunk, shaping it to look like a tree, the tree of life, roots, flattened at the bottom provided a base.... the branches couldn't be added but she widened it a bit at the top, in an afrolike effect to show the blossom of leaves and a straw of glazed wheat provide the mouth peace. it was almost complete, fully glazed, all it needed for the tree peices to be painted on. the feng shui was incredible, as a bong it combined earth water air fire, and spirit remarkably. She admired her work and began a bit of the illustration, using the cloudscape as inspiration as well, of course clouds of mysticism to lend a greater enchantment to the buds. the hobble wooden table she worked upon rocked a bit, as a dog passed in front and walked only. She was sitting outside of her dwelling, a small cottage of 3 rooms. to her left there grew cabbages onion grass and mugwort, in a small chaos garden, full of mana, and on the window sill next to the door a small spider made its web. a spider named Charlotte. it was a quiet bit of time going, and she simple drank tea, which they had been boiling at the community fire. Erokoy and Lamin Flamehan, who always sat around there, telling their stories. this tea was a tea they called Owl tea, and they were saying something about owls, not knowing who anyone was. but oh, that was just a passing Akaiyoe fell asleep, she dreamed of frightening things. she was screaming, but then she woke up... there were no monsters, the trees were all still there, all the elves were living together the town of Oar was at peace... wow.... that was like one of those, dreams where u cant move and you think that you're dying... that owl tea is pretty insane... just like Erokoy and Lamin, to never tell you whats the potent stuff, last week they just had chamomile, oh well.. it was night then and Akaiyoe didnt bother lighting the lamp to keep working, she went inside, at a bread and a warm fruit, then settled into a nice dreamless sleep.
