Referral? (Raebeli)

[Requiem]

It wasn't really official. (At least, Ur'h was pretty sure it wasn't. He didn't know how these things worked, after all. Or where he might find this mindhealer.) The brownrider wandered through the infirmary. His eyes went curiously to the various rooms and common rooms, the offices and storage rooms. A fairly large infirmary wasn't it? For such a supposedly small weyr, anyway.

Should go see the mindhealer. She'd do him some good. That's what T'san had said. Ur'h tending to take people at their word, even if no one had ever mentioned this to him before. (Directly. He got the impression that some had hinted at it, maybe, but Ur'h didn't really get hints.) So that left him with two bits of information. Mindhealers could be found in infirmaries and she was probably a woman. That just left the whole issue of which woman. Ur'h glanced aound rather blankly.

There really were a lot of women here.

As he tried to recall whether or not the healing profession harbored a lot of women back at Benden or not, Ur'h noticed one of the younger women nearby and reached out to tap her on the shoulder. "I was told I should see a mindhealer. Do you happen to know where she might be?" Of course, as the world did so love to play tricks on people, he had no way of knowing that the woman he was currently prodding at was, in fact, Raebeli.

"You know what? Nevermind. It's not really that important anyway." What would he say to her after all? T'san said he should come? If she asked him what was wrong with him Ur'h had no answer for her. He felt perfectly fine.

[Lotty]

Stripes and floral, a fishbone braid of sable and pink painted lips, revealed by the tilt of her head. There was a curiosity dancing there on her expression, but not totally at Ur'h's expense. She was always and constantly left wondering and musing and the fallout oozed from her very pores. Head in the clouds? Not quite, it was almost always just as likely to be here on Pern, switching between people watching and hidebound words. This was in fact the first time she had looked up from the table in a while and so she indulged in the break by pouring her eyes over every detail of the man's face. There was a pressing temptation to ask why exactly he was stuck with seriousness.

"She might be eating dinner, she might be sitting over here with that patient.... or you could be talking to her in the flesh," she gnawed at the end of her stylus for a moment before he appeared to give up and tossed aside his concerns with the notion that it wasn't at all important. Well that would never do for an answer to the girl and she was sure to stop him before he could go off marching anywhere, "You're in luck you know.... I'm the mindhealer," and she stood, briefly patting down her skirt to offer a handshake to the wingleader, "The name is Raebeli... now, can I get yours?"

She was quick to pick him out as a Wastelander having never seen him pre-invasion, and then there was the accent that was the dead give away. Her Fortian heritage gave her some natural bias, but she had figured out in the past months that it was so much more rewarding to kill someone with kindness. It left people... unarmed, "So, who told you that you needed to see a mindhealer? And why might you think they would say that?" This wasn't so much for her benefit as his own. She could save him a whole lot of time if she could get down to the root of this fast, "You know getting told to see a mindhealer is sort of a turn of phrase around here right? I think they tell the newcomers to haze them or something..." she wryly smiled. She didn't always find the joke so funny.

[Requiem]

He'd picked a colorful figure to ask, that was for sure. Could this be one of the mindhealer's patients? It seemed highly likely. (No one sane thought that sort of outfit was suitable for lounging about in, yet alone wore it to work.) The girl's immediate response did little to change Ur'h's mind regarding her. Well, yes, he had a fairly good idea of where the mindhealer could be. He just wasn't sure where she actually was.

There was definitely a touch of disbelief in his eyes at the girl's revelation. As usual, though, Ur'h took her at her word. He was not a highly suspicious person. (No doubt such a trait was unusual for a man of his background.) He reached out to take her hand after staring at it for a good moment, clearly unsure as to whether or not he wanted to shake it. "I'm sure you can. There are plenty enough who know it." From anyone else that would be a smart-alec comment. With Ur'h you had to learn to say things as directly as possible, though...because that was how he always interpreted them.

He was about to answer her questions when she went on to say some mildly confusing things. Turn of phrase...how did one go about turning a phrase? His mind was still wrestling with that concept when she mentioned hazing. Ah. That one he understood. Ur'h's brows drew together slightly. "You mean to say that this is a prank. I suppose I should be better at picking those out." Given the number of times he got pranked by his dragon and wingmembers alike.

"It was T'san. He said coming to see you would do me good. Though he probably was just pulling a prank. Thank you for your time...miss." Ur'h supposed that was the best thing to call her, though she looked a bit like a crazy bird that got its wild plumage by rolling around in paint. Somehow he doubt some derivative of that would be an appropriate name to call her by.

[Lotty]

Half amused. Her lips pressed together in a gentle moue as she quirked her eyebrow delicately above her eye. Fascinating fellow this one was, taking her words so literally and delivering equally plain ones in return. The great paradox was that in such stark terms things grew twice as confusing. How did one dance around the subject of a name so easily? He may have technically answered the question, but complete wasn't always good enough for her. Like every woman on the face of Pern she wanted more, more, more... but first she had to keep him trapped... so to speak anyway.

Leaning against the table she stood beside she crossed her arms and called after him, "T'san is rumored to be quite the joking type you know. He used to hang around here to chat with his beau, but it has been a while since I'd heard his laugh around these halls," probably because with the Wastelander's entry marked half of the weyr's removal. Cause and effect, if one believed in such concepts, "Anyway, you didn't give me your name?" She was hoping that this would beckon him back to her, as dangerous of a distraction as he could be. Maybe she just didn't want to go back to the endless pages of numberless books she had.

"I mean, you don't have to give it to me, but I suppose like you said there are enough people around who know your face and they could supply it for me," but what was unspoken was that she didn't want to go through all that trouble. She covered up her reasoning with different excuses, "but you know I'd so much rather hear it from you. I like the personal touch..." Besides, on the off chance that T'san was not kidding around, she was committed to helping the man out.

[Requiem]

She was calling after him. It was precisely because Ur'h was a northern man that he turned to politely give her his attention. The brownrider respected women insomuch as they were useful. And as long as they knew their place. What information Raebeli had for him, however, seemed rather superfluous. His expression was slightly perplexed. What was the point of telling him that about T'san?

"No..." She couldn't remember if he'd given it to her or not? Well, that wasn't a terribly good sign, a mindhealer being so forgetful. Ur'h cocked his head slightly to one side as her babble started up again. Well, now she was making even less sense. Of course he didn't have to give his name to her. They'd already established that, hadn't they? Raebeli seemed a bit young to be suffering from memory problems to this extent.

Oh. She was asking him for his name, wasn't she? (Yes, it took him that long to piece together all the dancing she was doing around the topic. A simple 'what's your name?' would have gotten her an answer much sooner.) "Ur'h." And never did it occur to him that she might take that as one of the usualy placeholders: uh, er, and the like. "Ykkith's my dragon. We lead Fire." Fire wing, of course. Ur'h felt no need to clarify that.