Self Medicated

Dione knew that face, there was awe there but there was also a hazy look to her gaze, a glaze over her eyes as she stared up at Dione in complete and utter awe. The green woman would grin, her lips parting and stretching into a wolfish smile as she slowly lowered her haunches to the ground before the woman. The woman would speak a moment later, asking her to do it again, pleaded for her to do that again and Dione could only guess that she wanted Dione to speak again. Dione loved hearing stories when she was high so maybe this woman was having a good trip at least. "Would you like to tell you a story my dear?" Dione would ask easily, her voice soft and more confidant though she made sure to keep her words smooth and soothing at the same time. Was this woman a stoner like herself or was she running from something like so many were when they turned to drugs? It mattered not to Dione, she was content being the sober one here...