Thunder Dome prickle and spark,

He had spent the past week or two floating in and out of a drugged haze, finding himself in moments floating through the sky and seeing the world in shiny new colors. The times without the seeds, on the other hand, were dull. Deidra was not his; never would be, and her sister constantly nagged him about this and that, only making herself more unbearable to be around. 

And so he would escape to spend time alone, away from the willows, where he could find himself at peace with only his hallucinations for company. 

It was in some half-drugged state that Fionn caught sight of the cinnamon girl painted in soothing colors that reminded him of home. She moved in the same casual way that he did, although perhaps his stride was a tad more drunken. Curious and too distant from the world for caution, he chuffs out to the woman, as if to confirm she's not another vision made by his head.