If you only listen with your ears, I can't get in

(Using liquid time, this takes place a few weeks before this thread)

Pnuma traveled through the forest, his eyes unfocused as he trotted briskly around the trees. He wanted to focus on the mind, or the voices that spoke in there at the very least. A kind man stated they were a gift, but needed to be controlled in order to use them. He should have asked for specifics. How did he control a spirit? So far they only whispered anxious rambles or belittled him. When he was smaller, they spoke more happy thoughts, but as he grew, they turned negative. Perhaps their mood correlates with his? He would have to check at a later date.

He found a nice, comforting spot at the base of a large willow tree. He sat with his back against the bark and closed his eyes. He focused on the voices inside his head, his ears twitching as he listened to something only audible to him. The whispers seemed to mix together, it was hard to pick one voice from another to follow, especially considering he wanted to listen to them all. One he could always hear clearly over the others was an anxious one. 'Turn around,' it murmured. 'Look behind you before they see you.'

"There's nothing there, my back is against a tree." He spoke aloud, hoping conversing with the spirits would give him a better advantage rather than thinking at them. However, none of the spirits recognized or even registered his voice, continuing as normal. 'Look behind you!' The spirit cawed, an action Pnuma perceived as stubbornness.

He huffed, opened his eyes, and focused on the tree behind him, looking it up and down. "See, all tree, no people." He stated, slightly frustrated the spirits wouldn't talk back to him. It was like speaking to a wall, or no one at all...