Think left and think right [Rae]

[rii]

What to do, what to do..

Quintrell idly kicked his legs back and forth from where he sat idly in the middle of one of the rope bridges that connected the various risen platforms of the Weyr. It was the afternoon–daytime–but Trel had woken and decided he could no longer sleep. Quintresk may be able to snooze through the daylight hours.. but the little thief often took a series of cat naps throughout the day and night instead of settling down for a 'full night's' rest. And, to be honest, he was starting to miss being around all the other people.

He was getting rather bored of flitching people's rings off their hands. Mainly due to his collection was starting to grow much too large; being unable to pawn them off and all that. Perhaps it was time to roll over to pranks.. there were a few people he had in mind for targets. That crazy blue riding woman for one–buuut, he didn't really feel like getting dropped off downriver by her dragons a second time. Although, that had turned out be an interesting day spent at the Hold.. stealing one of the runner beasts to ride bare-back to the Weyr before nightfall.. That had been a fun day, but Quintresk held a different opinion. So no, he would not torment her, for now..

Ah, what about that harper fellow.. Quintrell's dark brown eyes seemed to brighten with the idea, the smile taking on a mischievous touch. Now that did hold a some prospect. The thief's mind took off with a dozen possibilities, settling on a single idea that made the grin stretch ear-to-ear. Quick and on to his feet, Quintrell bounced his way over to the outdoor kitchens that set on top of the high cliff. There he began to rummage about–and not too quietly. Boxes and crates were shoved aside as he dug around in a storage area. Small items, such as unused pans.. utensils.. all of these things were tossed over his shoulder.

"Aha!" Victory shall be his, Trel mused happily to himself while standing up with his prize in hand: A large woven bag that had once carried in a load of.. well.. Quintrell gave it a sniff, wrinkling his nose as he did so. Maybe he didn't want to know what had once filled the bag. But it was a decent size. It would do.

[Lotty]

And who was this, Raebeli wondered as she came up behind the lad. He seemed awfully proud of himself for finding a bag. A bag of all things. She could have given him one if it meant that much, and then he wouldn't have had to disassemble the storage area. Silly boys, she cocked her head, and crossed her arms wondering if she should say anything. She really didn't want to startle the guy, so she was hoping he keyed in on her approach earlier as she approached. It couldn't be too hard to hear her after all, she had an awfully heavy step for a girl so small. Thanks in part to those big clogs of hers, and on top of that of course she had that big bird. Cap'n was much quieter than his Person, but on Raebeli's shoulder he couldn't go unnoticed.

The mindhealer tapped her foot a couple of times...she noted everything about him that she could in the silence. His age, his looks. He was one of the wher Impressees? That sounded about right. So he must know Dmitri. She remembered him Impressing and word on the grapevine was that he was none too happy about it. Well, serves him right for faking his way through a candidacy. She was just surprised that the harper hadn't run to her asking her to use "mental powers" to fix it. As if she could do that! Satisfied with her preliminary assessments, she finally opened her mouth.

""You seem awfully excited over a bag..." it was in her nature to be questioning and skeptical like this. After all much of her profession required her to ask question after question. And you know what the secret was? It was never the actual answer that told you about the person, but it was how they answered, and Raebeli was very, very, interested in how Quintrell was going to answer this one. Of course she had not a clue what his plans were for the sack, but if he didn't answer that himself she would surely get to the bottom of it. She was a very curious girl.

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Quintrell's brow rose at the voice, obviously of the female variety, but he did not turn right away. Instead his brown eyes intently examined the woven bag for any show of wear that might hinder his devious plans. It looked like it would fair well enough; as long as no thrashing was involved. "This is not just a bag, darlin'."

With a jaunty smile, Trel spun around on heel while rising to his full height. He held the bag taunt between both hands for her viewing–he could fit over half of himself inside if he so wished. "This is a desire to capture an opportunity." The bag was tossed over his forearm much like a towel and the thief shifted his attention to the young lady before him. Just a polite regard, not obvious or lewd trek of his eyes over her body. Quintrell loved to flirt, but he wouldn't do it in such a sleazy fashion.

He was quite serious about the capture part of his playful musing. With a cheery bounce in his step, Quintrell stepped over to the mind healer–pointing one of his many-ringed fingers at her for a brief second. "Where you may see nothing more than a drab, empty sack. I see a net that can be filled with endless joy and delight." A soft chuckle. "At least for tonight."

Net. The thief grinned widened for a moment before he stepped around Raebeli–not brushing off her presence. No, his charming demeanor was nothing less than inviting her to tag along.. either in curiosity or in interest. A bit of scrounging and Quintrell found himself a short length of rope and a small knife. The latter he set inside his boot, while the rope got looped through his belt.

"Well?" Coming back up to the darling, Quintrell tapped the bag on his arm. "Are you beginning to see it?"

[Lotty]

He was certainly...exuberant. Good thing, because that made him a perfect match for Raebeli! Although she was generally a do gooder, she was also rather agreeable, and rather eager to impress her male associates. This included the newly met (and still un-named) boy in front of her. So of course that meant that whatever the blonde was planning with that sack was intriguing and she was more than willing to take part in whatever course of action was next. Really a greater degree of decorum should be expected from a twenty turn old journeyman healer, but you know...what was life without a little fun?

She smiled big at his little displays, the way he pumped up the bag to be much, much, more than a cloth sack. To him it was apparently a "net" and that only opened up a whole can of questions for the girl, because most obviously it wasn't going to carry joy and delight. At least in the literal sense. She hid her interest well under a cool exterior, nodding a bit and maybe giggling a tad, lips pressed together as she contemplated what she would say next as he swirled around her and gathered his hunting supplies.

"Maybe..." she teased, but she didn't have the whole picture yet, "maybe you should expand a little bit?" But first they needed to get introductions out of the way. It might not be important to the thief...actually the last thing a rogue like him would want to do is give away his identity, but it was a little late for him. He was at the weyr now, and if she didn't get a name out of him now, surely she could get it from someone else later, "I'm Raebeli, though everyone calls me Rae," it wasn't like it took special standing to get away with calling her that. People were calling her by the nickname since before she could remember, so by now she was at a point where she didn't really mind or even care, "So what may I call you by?"

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Giggling, Quintrell heard it despite her effort to keep it behind pressed lips. His brown eyes seemed to twinkle with his own amusement. He liked to make a girl laugh, mostly at his rather theatrical antics–and it honestly didn't bother him to have them laughing at him either. She had a lovely smile as well, couldn't deny her that.

"If you insist," Quintrell came to a halt next to her, thought not so close to crowd her personal space. Casually he looked around, tilting his chin up in a show of making sure they were alone and none of the drudges were nearby to eavesdrop. Just to make sure, Quintrell leaned toward Raebeli and let his voice dip down a couple notches. "Ever meet at person that takes themselves too seriously?" The smile quirked over his lips as his brown eyes continued to wander over the room before shifting over to the healer. "N'all ye wanna to do," his unusual accent started to slip through. Not quite northern or southern, just bits and pieces of everywhere. "is teach 'em to light'n up?"

The thief casually tapped the side of his nose then pointed to Raebali. You know. She had to know those sort of people, everyone knew someone like that. "Well!" He leaned back and again tapped the sack, a very mischievous glow to his grinning features. "This here shall aid in the capture of such joyous enlightenment."

Ah, introductions, of course. Quintrell made a courteous bow fit for a lord holder. "Quintrell, n'if you must short'n it, call me Trell." The thief rose back to his feet, turning to head toward the edge of the trees, though not so fast, only taking a step before pivoting to face the girl once again. "So Rae, are you.. and yer feathered friend," No, he had not forgotten the bird, but had not wanted to make a fuss about it. Likely would have started the thing into clawing his eyes out or such. The thief felt rather paranoid about that, actually. "up for a bit of huntin' of such an elusive prey?"

[Lotty]

Lightening up? Taking life too seriously? Yes she has met a few people like that in her day. It was these type of people that ran to her on the end of their rope, and pulling their hair out from stress. It was unfortunate when people couldn't relax or find any sort of peace. Having a certain sense of decorum and a work ethic, yes those were very important, but when your mental health was at stake it was imperative to set those rigid ideals aside for a metaphorical breather. If setting someone straight was Quintrell's goal then Raebeli had an obligation to help, but she wasn't sure that bags, knives, and rope were the way to go about it,

"Well, actually..." Rae tapped her chin with one single finger as she mulled over her answer to the boy. She didn't want to ramble about the little intricacies that were actually involved with actually teaching someone the right way to lighten up. Especially since she had just met him, she didn't want him to think she was overly chatty, "I do know a thing or two about about....erm...emotionally uptight people," she regarded Trell's tools of the trade again, "but I'm not sure that I have ever gone about fixing them the same as you do," though that hardly meant she wasn't willing to learn some new methods.

"Trell it is then," she repeated sweetly before noting her pet again, pointing at the big brown bird and introducing him as well, since she so rudely forgot before. She wasn't too much to blame though, he had taken to perching on her shoulder so often that he hand become an extension of her as of late, "Oh, that's Cap'n..." the origin of his name was much too long of a story to bore him with now and so she moved along in the conversation, eyes lighting up a bit at the prospect of a hunt. Ohhhh that sounded fun! A little bit of a blush lit up on her cheeks, "Oh that sounds like quite the little quest Trell! But tell me...who is this certain someone that is the target of our...uhh...teachings?"

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So the feather-brain wasn't going to claw their eyes out?

The short-legged bronze peeked out from under Quintrell's shirt collar, just enough to peer over at the large bird. He wasn't afraid of it. Faranth no! Just wanted to make sure the dumb avian didn't think he was some sort of snack. It was called being practical, not scared.

At least Quintrell's glance, of veiled wariness, toward the bird held a justifiable reason. The thief hid any sign of unease behind his smile. He chuckled softly at Raebali, gesturing politely for her to walk beside him instead of following. Having a conversation while being unable to see the person's expressions bothered the thief on some level–well, really, it made it hard to flirt with a smile or two. "Is that the polite way of sayin' someone has a stick up their arse?"

Brown eyes shifted side-long to the girl, brows raised–but the smile on his features communicated he was only teasing. The thief wouldn't go so far to say he planned to fix these uptight individuals. But poke and prod at them for his own humor, watch them squirm uncomfortably, definitely something he'd do. "So what then are your methods?" He asked curiously, because it wouldn't hurt for him to learn either, could always open up pathways to more means of mischief. A more open gaze settled on the bird. "Cap'n, eh?"

Feather-brain, the bronze corrected the use of name, crawling out from under the curl of shirt. Stretching languidly he laid on the shoulder, giving the bird a bold look. See, he wasn't afraid of it. The thief's pace was slow enough that the bronze didn't have to dig his little claws to keep balanced. Instead he idly groomed his front claws, giving Raebali nothing more than a glance. She didn't look impressive, so he didn't see why His was interested in her. His tail made a slow sweep over Quintrell's shirt, seeking out a grasp. The long, near prehensile tail absently moving up and curling around his front leg upon finding nothing else. The bronze gave his own tail and odd look, trying to shake it off.. then stopped and remained poised oh-so-nonchalant on the shoulder. He meant to do that, of course.

Quintrell tilted his head toward his occupied shoulder. "This is Guru." And much to the bronze's chagrin, no more attention was spared to him, as the thief took far more interest in the pale blush coloring Rae's cheeks. Her question however, made him give her a very sly slit of eyes and a quirk of a smile. It may have been just him, but the way in which she questioned him.. well, Quintrell didn't view her as a simple-minded one, for certain. She seemed to be probing him with a specific intent in mind, though what that was he couldn't say.

"You may know 'im, harper fella that can't seem to keep a hold on his tongue." A casual shrug, why bother with a name. Quintrell didn't elaborate any further, as the point of pulling a prank was to surprise, and if Raebali thought it better to scold him, or run off and tell Dmitri, then it would be best if she didn't know the whole story. Although.. if she was willing to tag along.. he'd reveal his idea.

[Lotty]

Oh well look at that. A salamandyr. Cap'n had learned his lesson about trying to eat up the little things before. Rae had heard through the grapevine what trouble he had caused at the hatching and he was being kept on a very, very, short leash. Not that one could actually tie up a bird like him, but she could have his treats taken away, and he hated it when his Raelove took away his snacks. He wouldn't even get so much as a bit until he proved that he could be trusted again. That didn't mean he'd be immune to going after the little critters in the wild, but he would refrain from snatching up the ones around people for now. He shook his feathers and looked away from the mandyr even if Rae was watching it quite intently.

The little thing was a cutie even if it was a little odd looking with his short legs and long tail. Then again, Raebeli thought that everything was cute in it's own way, so she wasn't a very good judge. She had to giggle again at the salamandyr's little assessment. Even if it was a bit derogatory towards her own pet, she knew funny when she heard it and it didn't take any more convincing for her to follow along with the thief right at his side. Between the bronze thing and Trell she had a feeling she would be doing quite a bit of laughing...

"Stick up their arse? Yes I suppose you could say that..." she was very politically correct in her terminology, but she wasn't going to force this habit onto anyone else. Especially a boy, "My methods are very...mundane....most of the time," there were a couple of things she learned at the Fort Hall that seemed much more mysterious than they really were, "At the healer hall, I had a master teach me hypnotism...but I've never actually used it...here," she felt silly talking about it. It was another one of those things that made people think she was a kook. That and her ink blots.

"But um, Guru is a cute name for him..." she said avoiding the subject of the talkative harper. She knew a harper boy. She also thought that her harper boy could never do any wrong...but obviously - if mystery harper and Dmitri were one in the same - he had managed to irk Trell quite a bit. Well, ignorance would be bliss, if she asked no more questions then she would just be an innocent hanger on, and besides whatever they had planned couldn't be that bad could i?

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Quite pleased with himself, Guru kept his superior look on Cap'n a moment longer after the avian had ruffled and turned away. Of course the young mandyr couldn't know the bird had likely looked aside to avoid being tempted to eat him. No, no. Obviously he had shown, by not being afraid of the feathered creature, that he was the superior of the two–though, he never doubted that fact for a second.

Quintrell patiently listened to Raebali as he began picking his way through the jungle. He didn't follow any of the worn paths or appear to be trying to keep track of their location. It may make the average person nervous, especially not having a dragon to fly them back to the Weyr if they went too far. The thief, however, born to the lifestyle of travel, had developed something of an internal compass when he was still a child. No matter where he ended up.. Quintrell knew exactly where he was in the world.

So she was a healer, the thief mused to himself–gifting the girl with an approving smile. The expression quickly turned to curiosity. "Hypnotism, ye say.." Now that certainly was interesting. He remembered a man they had met on the road that had claimed to be able to do such a thing, had shown him–but a boy then–a glittering coin he spun around and around.. Trell was fairly sure he had knicked that coin at some point, but at the moment he was having a hard time recalling the memory. Strange. "You'll have to show me it sometime."

Cute? Quintrell smirked, darting a quick glance at his salamandyr. The bronze seemed to pick up on the word, but turned his head aside in a show of disinterest. "Yeah.. guess he's cute. He's all sorts of full of great wisdom." Just faintest touch of sarcasm to the words. Quintrell clucked his tongue, dismissing the topic of his seemingly stoic bronze. It didn't escape him that Raebali had failed to prob him further to discover a name. She had seemed quite curious a moment ago, and Trell had given a rather vague answer.. the lack of follow-up question was a bit obvious. After all, the whole reason they were even wandering out into the jungle revolved around that information!

"I take it by your silence, you do know him," Quintrell said smoothly, a smile still on his features. No, the thief didn't have a personal vendetta against the harper–the tall wherhandler was just so.. easy to annoy. The lad struck the thief as someone who permanently had his nose turned up in the air. How could Quintrell resist the urge to heckle him? Hm, but Raebali was still tagging along despite knowing Dmitri, perhaps she knew the harper was just asking for it. "It seems our harper friend is a bit afraid of wherries.."

[Lotty]

Raebeli couldn't say that she was quite the adventurer that Quintrell was. The weyr was her first real assignment, and even here she didn't dare stray from the beaten path or even investigate the world beyond where she was supposed to be. Really she was putting a lot of faith into the boy, and hoped he knew where he was headed because Faranth knew she didn't...not that she would ever let that on. She couldn't turn into a trembling little mouse now, although some girls went for that angle to garner attention, Raebeli thought it was a little unbecoming in her case. She was twenty whole turns old, she couldn't play that game anymore.

As she walked her skirt whisked around her knees in a spriteful gusto; every one of her steps were energetic, she was never one to be caught dragging her feet or slumping over with poor posture. Cap'n didn't care much for her bouncing around on this hike, and took off ahead of them, flapping from limb to limb and twisting around trees. The creature was all but invisible in this environment as his body was covered in the same brown that blessed the native treebark. He was a freebird now, and well Rae had that much less weight on her, so she was slightly thankful. Unfortunately, skirts were not proper wear for the jungle, and she felt the patterned garment catch on just about every limb that stuck in their path...at very least she had the foresight to wear some sensible shoes that day, so at the end of it all her feet wouldn't be bruised or blistered.

Carrying on with the conversation Rae had to tease him a little bit. Teach him how to hypnotize? Well what would she get out of that? And could he be trusted with such great power? But more importantly, "Show you? And reveal my evil powers?" she gave her best evil grin, which wasn't at all very convincing, after a moment's consideration she added on with a good natured chuckle, "Well only if you promise to keep it between me and you..." and she pressed her finger up to her lips indicating the secret nature of the fictitious Ancient Order of the Mindhealers.

"I might know him..." she admitted, but there was another harper that came along with Dmitri if she remembered correctly, and there was always the off chance that it was he that had the wherry phobia, "Well if we are talking about the same wherling harper I can tell you many more interesting things about him..." there was an oath of privacy that healers took, a certain line of ethics, that all went out the window when Rae wasn't on duty. Besides, Demi had never been her patient, "I already beat him up once you know...until he thought he was a black lizard...." Just looking at the petite little girl you could tell she was a real killer.

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After a length of bush-whacking none the less–though Quintrell was nothing short of a polite gent, holding aside the more troublesome of branches and vines so she could pass by them without getting a face full of green–they came upon a path that, for one reason or another, Quintrell knew to be blazed into the trunks. Coming to a sudden halt, the thief spun around on heel; jumping slightly at Raebali with hands raised as 'claws' to simply see her reactions. Was she scared to be out in the forest, or as calm as her bird drifting casually branch to branch over their heads?

"Ooho, so it's not a goody-goody healer method, eh?" The thief teased right back. "Yer somethin' of an evil little mistress–to think, I was fooled by your cute disguise." Taking a step near her, Quintrell nodded his head every so slightly while trying to keep the grin from completely overtaking his face. Indeed it was just the two of them there, he really could get them in such a spot of trouble.. He looked around much in the fashion he had done in the kitchen to assure their solitude. Raising a hand, Quintrell pantomimed locking the secrets behind his closed lips and tossing away the key. It wasn't that much of a farce, as Quintrell didn't take to gossiping. He was more of an eavesdropper, a collector of information that he pooled for himself only. "I promise not ta reveal yer dastardly deeds. Just what do ye hypnotize yer poor victims to do?"

All good natured teasing, but Quintrell did thread in a note of seriousness to the question. He did want to know how hypnotism helped with healing. Make them fall asleep to not feel any agonizing pain they were in, or did it have an entirely different use?

A brow lifted with silent question at her offer to reveal more information about the tall harper–if indeed they were talking of the same prudish piper. Quintrell was not one to pass up such an opportunity just because it may have been impolite to talk behind someone's back. Pishaw, as if Trel gave a croon about what other people thought. "Darlin' I am all ears, speak freely." The thief cupped his hands behind said ears and gave a wiggle of his fingers, catching the sunlight to make all the rings glitter.

Hands dropped as a chuckle came out. Oooh, that was a priceless piece of information–getting bested by a sweet girl like Raebali. "Did ya now? Ye must be a fierce little beastie to give 'im such a wallop. N'How did that all happen?" The question came out smoothly as he turned and began to lead their neting adventure deeper into the jungle.

[Lotty]

Oh shards. Rae was an easy one to spook (see: Demi in the Archives), and so it made sense that as soon as Trell spun around and bared his claws at her she let out a short, squeaky, "Eeeep!" And quickly a hand snapped up to her chest to calm a racing heart. It was just so unexpected for the thief to pull a move like that after he had been playing the role of the perfect gentleman: pushing away a majority of the shrubbery that had been in her way. After the initial shock she was ready to move on, even if she sort of wanted to kick him or slap him or get her revenge somehow on him. Well...if she ever did teach him hypnotism she would be sure to use him as the first demonstration. That might make for some appropriate revenge.

She giggled (again, for the billionth time) at his mouth locking gestures and cleared her throat to begin her little mini lesson on the benefits of her pseudo science, "It has a lot of uses...when done right...but a lot of it is theory. When you hypnotize someone they become awfully...impressionable...so you suggest to them to relax for example...and they carry that idea into their waking life," but Raebeli thought that was the more mundane use and she whispered her faux evil purposes, "But you can also...find out somone's deep dark secrets, and all you have to do is ask..." As if it was that easy. Quintrell would probably be left thinking that she could lure the weyr's leaders into her office and trick them into spilling secrets in seconds flat. Truth was that not a lot of people thought much of her, and some of the people who sought her help were forced to, but she could pretend things were a lot more exciting.

"Well I can't help it that he decided to break through a window instead of using a door like everybody else on Pern!" Rae said in a goofy tone and rolling her eyes facetiously as she then moved on to reveal the story of Demi the Black Lizard, "What he was doing sneaking around the archives in a cloak when there was a mystery man on the loose snatching up weyrfolk and dragonriders alike, I don't know. Definitely not the smartest move," he cutely shrugged and hopped over an exposed tree root, "and well a girl has to defend herself ya know...so I gave him a good kick in the ribs...the rest is all his fault..." the rest being his head wound and consequent delirium. That was all nothing though...she was sooooo innocent.

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Oh she was just a darling, a sweet petite thing–her little eep of surprise elating Quintrell beyond reason. The thief's hands came up, palms toward her in a age-old surrendering gesture. As he chuckled softly to himself he fully expected to get a whap or two for his shenanigans. The grin plastered on his face spoke volumes of his delight toward her reaction, and that he was not at all regretful of his actions.

"Well you best get to work darlin', I've seen a lot of uptight people walkin' stiffly about. Someone needs ta make 'em relax." Impressionable. Quintrell pondered over this, playfully wondering if through means of hypnotism you could alter a person's entire personality. How exactly did that even work? Did it even work? Raebali had said she had not done it since coming to the Weyr. "Ye say ye've done this before? At the healer hall? Does it work? How do ya go about hypnotizing them?"

An onslaught of curious questions, and Quintrell was quick to make a light tease to mask over his interest in her odd practice. The thief prized things that were different, eccentric even. "Ever mess up and end up with someone thinking they're a wherry?" The thief paused their progress, moving to pull at a low hanging branch–clearly trying to snap it off. His brown eyes gave a quick glance at the healer, curious indeed. "Deep dark secrets.. does that help the healin', or just to sate yer evil whims? Could be useful.." for blackmail. Quintrell liked that idea. He slowly began to lean back, bending the branch with the use of his weight.

A good chuckle came with the revealing story of Dmitri. Of course stumbling upon the easily frightened Raebali was a decidedly bad move–silly harper. "Ye dun say." Though speaking of mysterious kidnappings, they likely shouldn't wander too far away—Crack. Quintrell stumbled back, tripping over the root Raebali had so neatly hopped over just a moment before. With a firm thud, Quintrell found himself blinking up at the canopy. Guru climbed back up onto his shoulder after have been dislodged and he leveled a look on His. Watch out. Trell grunted. "Thanks for the warning."

Welcome. Smugness.

Scoffing to himself, Quintrell eased himself back onto his feet, not bothering to brush himself off or straighten his garb. He examined the branch that measured about the length of his arm. A decent enough club when the time came for it. Clearing his throat, Quintrell raised those expressive brown eyes up to his female companion. "Yer bird capable of scouting out a wherry by chance?"

[Lotty]

"It never seems to work on who you want it to...if that's what you want to know," Rae was quick to reply. It was a fickle little technique it was, "You know how they say that you are the only one that can help yourself? Or that admitting your problems is the first step to fixing them? Well if you you into hypnotism thinking that you can't be hypnotized then it makes it that much harder...." she hoped that she wasn't being too vague, but what it boiled down to was stubbornness didn't help anyone. You have to want to change for it to do anything, "But um...once you have their attentions and you want to hypnotize your victims or patients or what have you...you have them sit or lay down and you kind of...lull them to sleep," she cleared her throat for the use of a more motherly tone, mocking her own version of a 'soothing voice', "Imagine all of your muscles relaxing. Imagine a babbling brook in the woods. You are getting very sleeeeepy."

A wherry? Maybe.... Well she never had anyone thinking they were a wherry but she had heard of people being able to do that, "Haha, well I've never botched something up that badly before. Or at least if I've left anyone mentally scarred then I've yet to witness it first hand. Maybe if you have someone else in mind who has it coming to them we can try and see if we can wherrify them though..." a dangerous proposal. The mindhealer and the thief as partners in crime? Scary, scary stuff. Why the two of them could make for something of a side show trader's racket, she could distract the crowds while he pick pocketed their marks. Of course Rae didn't know the boy was the type to do those sorts of things, and even if she did, it would be hard to get her to agree to such an unsavory plan. But still, the untapped potential was alarming.

"The deep dark secrets? Well you use it to help them...because most of the time, the most traumatic things in a person's life...well they forget it on purpose. So when you dredge the past back up this way...well you are supposed to make them face it...and thats a whole other lesson for a whole nother time," really to delve into all of it would take forever. There is whole scrolls dedicated to the stuff, tomes and books and shelves of hides. As she thought back to the old healer hall and all of her old lessons she noticed a certain chill to her side and out of her peripherals an empty space. She stopped and looked down.

What was he doing down there? Silly boy. She had to backtrack a few steps to the root she had just passed and watched the blonde pop back up from his brief encounter with the ground. She stayed quiet, if only because Guru so perfectly did the teasing that she often times failed at. In the place of words she gave him a skeptical look, a smirk that wondered how it was that he managed to be the less surefooted of the two of them. It wasn't until his question that she spoke again, "Cap'n? He's not trained to, but I'm sure we can figure it out..." She whistled through the woods until the feathered friend came back and fished through a small, obscure pocket sewed into her skirt for a morsel: little treats for Cap'n. He popped down from an over head branch to rest on her shoulder and take the dried up bread. Nothing exciting, but it was attention nonetheless, "Go hunting for us? Will you Cap'n? You'll get more treatssss."

Treats was definitely something he understood. He wasn't sure what he was hunting for, but he'd find anything in the jungle that was moving, that was for sure, and off he went again.

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"So.." Quintrell's brown eyes rose to the canopy and made a slow arc over the overhanging branches as he visibly pondered over Raebali's words. "A person needs ta believe it works for it to.. work." Not helpful at all, people were far too pessimistic for their own good. They probably liked being miserable. The whole 'misery loves company' thing. A quick grin quirked at the corner of his lips and he wavered on the spot as he thought of her faux soothing voice. "Suddenly.. so... tired.."

He draped a sleep-heavy arm over her shoulders, leaning the side of his face against his bicep. Guru bickered mentally, hopping over to the opposite shoulder, if a salamandy could roll eyes the bronze would have done such a thing at his mindmate. Honestly. "Mm," Quintrell drawled lazily, not moving from his new spot. "I'm sure half the Weyr has it comin' to 'em to be wherrified."

Moving a hand as Cap'n came to occupy the other shoulder, the thief remained quiet as she gave the feather being instructions. Hopefully the avian would find something and Quintrell wouldn't have to drag them in any more random directions. He didn't mind traveling aimlessly, but he doubted Raebali would be in the same good spirits if he continued leading them on a wild goose chase.

"Wherries are scavengers.. they're usually attracted by the smell of food. Think Cap'n would throw a fit it we used his treats as bait?" The branch made a lazy swing through the air, knocking aside a hanging vine. All the while the thief casually leaned on Raebali, arm slung around her shoulders, at least he had lifted his head away to observe their surroundings. "Maybe we could make a trap and just wait for one to come to us. We're not exactly going to be able to sneak up on one.."

Not with them both chattering away, knocking aside vegetation and him falling on his face.