Blackfeather Woods life is nothing without the pain

She blinked calmly at Damien's distress. While Cicero liked to live on the wild side of life, treading dangerously close to death, she knew that he was in control. But she gave into Damien's request, examining the remains of the leaves that littered Cicero's feet. She shrugged at the familiar scent. Jimson Weed. Nothing harmful in this dose, just... What would be the right way to put this? Mind-altering. The goofy grin on Cicero's face was one she hadn't seen in a long time, but he was fine. Lucid, perhaps, but fine. He isn't hurting himself, Damien. Calm down... She had tried stronger herbs (and fungi) before. Jimson Weed wasn't that bad.