pu-erh for the power hungry

Hazel frowned as a bitter, chilling feeling settled into her mouth as though she had just tried the mixture. She considered that for a second and then brightened. Interesting! Oh, the magic in the plant was alive and well, and strong enough to effect her even though she hadn't eaten it. How fascinating; the implications were massive. What else could the potent little plant do? And where did its magic come from? If she could reach the source Hazel knew she would have a better chance at using the mushrooms at their full potential versus testing them until she got reactions.

What then must her next step be? She needed to figure out the source. It was possible it came from deep within the earth and was the sort of untamed power that could be neither reasoned with nor used without the greatest care. It was also possible it wasn't tied to this plane of existence. Hazel was no stranger to supernatural forces, but she wasn't ready to pin these strange workings on a demon just yet.

She decided to act conservatively because while she didn't know what she was dealing, what she had experienced was the exact opposite of what Barnabas had described which lead her to believe she was dealing with an entity or entities that liked to be contrary. A soft approach, then, was her best bet. Hazel cleared her mind and began to meditate on how the mushrooms made her feel. She focused on the chill and the bitterness, and sought to draw herself closer to whatever had caused her to feel that way.

"Speech"