Stay a Spell

Hazel tipped her head to the side as the breeze brought whispers to her ears. She listened intently for several long moments, her expression attentive, and then she smiled. "Come, Barnabas." As though led by the nose Hazel wove her way through the heated pools. Barnabas, usually the one to lead, fell back to Hazel's shoulder as the witch followed something that escaped his senses. She moved as though in a dream state; her pace languid and expression soft; but her ears swiveled constantly and betrayed the fact that she was listening keenly to something.

The whispers grew to an indistinguishable roar as she honed in on the source and then in an instant they were gone and her ears were left ringing with the sudden emptiness. Hazel stilled and listened, ears straining, as she tried to suss out why she had been abandoned. A splash was her reward. She zeroed in on the sound and this time when she investigated her nose picked up a familiar scent. Hazel smiled. Her toes found the end of the pool Ignis was in and she stopped. "Fancy meeting you again."

"Speech"