Bearclaw Valley my moon, oh my moon

the boys bolted, and mona did not hide the laughter that bubbled out after them. turning in a neat circle, she settled on her haunches and closed her eyes tightly, a last giggle breaking from her before the girl found composure. 
theatrically she rose, the promise not to use her naturally-granted senses a bit cloying at the moment. however, it was magick that mona had said she would wield, and magick she intended for the purpose of locating her new little friends.
"i am going to find you now," the firebrand crooned through the densite. gathering herself up, mona began to stagger-walk, weaving to and fro as if guided by some unseen force. "magick ... it says you're ... here," she began. "no — here!"
she thrust her nose beneath a tuft of grass and gave an exaggerated frown, followed by a dizzy few paces in the direction of lucas' tree. "what's that, magick? they're under the ground??" mona gasped loudly, enjoying herself far more than she had in a long time.