What ever that herb was that the shaman gave you everyone was getting very stiff erections. The half crazy shaman sort of holds and caresses his large blue cock like it was an affectionate pet.
The patterns on the trees and the wind in the long hanging branches of leaves were beginning to churn into a kaleidoscope effect.
The shaman pulls out a bundle of dried herbs and leaves tied with an ornate patterned knot and a tight bunch of colored bird feathers fanned out.
The bundle bursts into blue flame, some resin from the smell was used to ignite such a flame and the fan of feathers beats the red fiery core of the bundle releasing the scent of herbs and tree oils.
The smoke collects in a cloud in the center and then begins to slowly spread out until whisps beginning to take form in the outward oozing cloud of aromatic smoke.
Soon the cloud has become rarefied ariel creatures with long slender arms and shapely torsos who now are clearly dancing in a circle around you and the shaman. Their dancing is a slightly quickened pace of the same rhythm of tree sway to shifting patterns in the tree bark as it spirals up the trunk of these large trees.
This ancient forest may be described most like weeping willow trees but as large as the largest oak trees and not whispy or weepy...but brooding and dark.
The dancing creatures are shown with a faint light of their own shining out from the wisps of smoke that they animate in their dance.
The shaman hands you two gourds and makes a sign to choose. One is painted silver the other is painted golden.
