Quentin looks at the girl and smiles stepping away from here and toward the spring.
He stretches his hand and small snake made of water swirls toward him. As it approaches, it makes several circles around him and then flows easily toward her. He may not know exactly what the creature is, but some kind of nature spirit or fey would be an easy guess. Maybe even druid child.
Pixie in the woods. Classic. In any case, all of the fey creatures were said to be capricious and easily distracted. So he tried that.
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"None of us speaks your language, pixie."
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Continuing in common
"Guys and gals, this is a pixie, a fey creature. Try any language you know, I don't think she understands us. Maybe we get lucky with something."
The snake comes to about 3 feet from the girl and forms into watery replica of her. It waves slowly in greeting and waits.