Fire. It lit up just a spark in the night as it was being channeled through a long tube rolled in tightly compact green and inhaled through the muzzle of a beast. A hand rolled smoke. Lacking the right equipment to create the perfect hookah instrument so instead the contents were smoked more directly. But with the massive lungs the chimera had the smoke just didn't last long enough.
Kuvoos was an avid smoker. Missing the times of peace back home when the grownups of his home would gather and enjoy the seductive bouquet of scents and flavored smokes. Plants dried, dipped in an assortment of flavors then enjoyed. He could soil remember sneaking around after hours to get a whiff. He could remember oranges and citrus mint. Inhaling the second hand always made him feel light headed. But he never had the chance to actually enjoy sitting around a fire and sharing stories with the heads of the house and his great grandfather and grandmother.
What he smoked now was a phantom of the real thing. A hoax, a mockery of what he once wished he could savor.
The chimera had studied the making of tabaccoo and its flavored cousins but he still had plenty of work to do. This batch of sweet grass would cut it for now thought it only lasted for a few minutes and the effects were a short lived buzz. But when he could get hold of some good stuff he managed to fend off his hunger for awhile after. In the dark he listened to the night, the other worldly creatures and their songs.
