Lone Star Mountain 12 am

He had departed the girls for now. As much as it pained him to leave Deidra, he ought to get the stuff that he needed- without being under the scrutinizing gaze of Aoibh. He had slipped away from the pair for now, though they were not far off. He'd scavenged the grasses and found it, taken a big fat dose and let it kick in as he made his way up the mountain. 

He was grateful for the poppy seeds as he climbed the mountain, which slowly turned from a hunk of grey rock into something royal purple, that seemed to go on and on into the sky. A stairway to heaven! He followed it eagerly, eyes half-lidded with comfortable contentment. The stars became little rabbit faces that grinned at him with jolly light. He stumbled to the peak to find a smudge of warm browns who looked up into the cotton candy sky. It smelled like a wolf, and so he approached hesitantly. You... lookin' at something...? He questioned vaguely, words slurred, smile gentle.