From the bones

Shaking her ears as the ringing slowly began to decrease, she reached out a paw to Ruga, who had fallen on his hunches. His head pressed to his head as well, could he too hear the ringing? As she tried to get her limbs to work, she aimed to press a paw against his forehead - and then was distracted by the sudden appearance of something ghostly and bizarre.

She squeaked in surprise, almost falling over as the creature spoke to her. On quivering limbs, she obeyed. Obedience written into the very lines of her bones. She creeped closer to the wares he directed her to. One set laid out on one side, another on his other. It was clear he meant her only to look at these three, and so she did so. Looking at the mushroom, the upside down pear, and the potion with clear liquid. Bargaining with this mythical creature seemed unwise indeed. It was her instinct to duck her head dimsively and make no choices. She intended to do exactly that - perhaps she should have done exactly that.

Instead, something about that potion called to her, drew her eyes. Captivated her. With a trembling paw she raised the limb to point at the shifting potion. “That one” she whispered, her voice painfully quiet.

"Speech"