The sound of scuffling, accompanied by faint chortling and giggling echoed faintly from Greenpath's ceilings. Occasionally a few rocks would fall from the source of the sound, before it would redirect itself. (@safeatlast)
Hornet was following the sound of the noise. It was unnatural in Greenpath. The sounds and music on the wind was the result of petals and leaves being blown in the wind, like chimes almost. This noise was one of something that would ruin it’s beauty, intentional or not.
Quirrel was standing absentmindedly in the path of the Collector. He was recalling something, but what it is wasn’t clear. Nor was it clear to him something was coming from above.







