i should have stopped to paint our picture

It was a good day for a walk, Hazel figured. She'd been pretty cooped up since the whole getting in trouble for trespassing thing, followed by the whole getting adopted thing. Her days had been colored with all sorts of assorted things, mostly helping that weird little fluffy healer in her garden. How many weeds could there even be in a garden? Chores were interspersed with things that were more interesting, and there were always snacks... and there was always Bas to bother.

Bas... maybe Bas would want to come too! Seer said she could go exploring as long as she took someone with her, and Bear seemed to be Hazel's preferred company lately. "Lis," the pup called, "Bear and I are going 'sploring, do you wanna come with us?" Was she yelling? Probably. Still, she wagged her tail as she scooped up a daisy from the ground at the border between the Woods and the Plains, holding it in her teeth. It was pretty, not quite pristine, but the petals were in good shape. "What do you think, Missus Bear?" She deferred to her borrowed companion, showing her the flower.

"Speech"