searchin' for my next fix

She was elated. Ecstatic. Nearly crawling out of her skin with all of the brilliant things and thoughts in her head. After thanking the Warlord, Hazel had run home. A flat-out, dead run. The kind of run where you absolutely have to get somewhere, and fast. The fastest, actually. It was faster than she'd ever run. Grinning and giggling pretty much as soon as she was past where anyone could hear her, the girl raced home. Raced to the treehouse.

There was no one Hazel would rather share the news of her promotion with. No one she would rather tell. They had to do something to celebrate, Hazel would demand it. A hunt! Going looking for a fight! Raiding Halo's stash of snacks for something delicious! A nice dinner! Who knew, the world was their oyster. The world would be their oyster tonight and every night after this one. Pretty nearly vibrating with excitement, Hazel raced up to their treehouse. "Bas! Bas guess what!" She called, panting from the sprint over. Where was he?

"Speech"