"we'll change the world!" but nothing seems to change

Basilisk relished the freedom of moving out of home. He knew the place he’d picked was a little far from the centre of it all. But he liked that about it. He rose early, and did his patrols. Fulfilling his requirements and beyond as much as possible, so his father would find no fault with him. He didn’t want his newfound privileges taken away. And he liked spending time with Hazel. Maybe there were bones on the floor from dinner, and the place could do with a good airing out, but it was theirs. And felt more like home than anything he’d had before.

Basilisk slept like the dead. Sprawled across his bedding, face half buried in it, and a snore rising from his body. He would have remained that way all night if his red panda companion hadn’t given him a good kick. He startled, a snore halting mid breath as he looked about himself for the threat. “Wh-wha” he said eloquently as he lifted his head and looked about himself blearly. He found his red panda asleep at his feet, and the night still. Or was it? He saw a hint of light in the woods and frowning he got to his paws. Moving out of his room, he found Hazel’s door open and her bed empty. He climbed out of the tree house and followed the light. Finding her hunched by the flames. “Haze?” he asked sleepily.

"Speech"