Pipe

Ghali looked inside the burner of his pipe. It had never been that full. Not when he was smoking alone. He lit the candle by the fireplace, and began to smoke.

Get a hold on yourself, Ghali. Get a damned hold on yourself.

The first breath almost had him collapse at first, but the dizziness did not last longer than a few moments.

Is that how much it takes to make you go insane? Desire and sense of guilt?

The second had a similar effect to the first, but it lasted a little longer.

The silvery drops of morning dew slowly settled upon the green leaves of spring as the sun began its journey across the heavens.  The coming dawn had painted the sky into a crimson splendour, and a gust of chilly wind entered through the open window and blew across Denholm’s face, which was only partly exposed beneath the grey blanket. Ysle sighed and moaned quietly in her scenic slumber, and her hair was resting all over the pillow like golden strands of wheat upon a field.