[a firefly lands on the tip of his beak, and Haunt clears her throat]

Okay. . . okay!

[her voice lowers, becomes a bit more monotone as she chants what seems like part of her spell. oddly enough, these words are much more clear and confident than most of her otherwise hesitant speech]

Feathers fly, beak begone,
Talons trimmed and wings move on.
Feathered friend, be no more,
Change into a different form!

[and then she pauses, presumably so Gryphon can repeat the phrases]