tell me what you want me to say.

[swords]

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piper::

[bemoans]

[fluter]

"Just name the place," Nicholas says. His arms spread wide, the entirety of the cliff and the choppy waves below on display. Picturesque, but he doesn't tell her of the children he's led through the whirlpools, the sailors falling overboard at the ghostly sounds of a siren. A grin cracks across his face and he looks down at the flute in his hands, making a show of inspecting it. A second passes before his eyes flick up at her again. "Or the person."

A nagging, gnawing voice in his head reminds him that he doesn't know the reason for her visit. But it doesn't matter. He thinks the odds are overwhelmingly in his favor, if she made the effort of seeking him out like this, that a change in scenery (of sorts) is on her mind - for herself or someone else.

[bemoans]

A mysterious man had pointed her in the Pied Piper's direction. A particularly mysterious man, as a matter of fact.

But such thoughts don't often linger in her head as she must make room for new ones. It is a shame, some have said, that such a beauty has lived such a small and gloomy life, mostly kept from prying eyes and broken before she could explore what the world has to offer. She is simple, now, and unsteady.

Still, Rapunzel is smart enough to have chosen a location far from where her brother may find her. "You can find anyone? Is that what you do?"

[fluter]

The Piper considers the woman in front of him with a look somewhere between bewilderment and appraisal. The idea that someone who's looked for him and hasn't heard is - well - it isn't what he's used to. He's used to people finding him and launching into sob stories and pleas and tales of conspiracy. Certainly not questions. He can't help but laugh.

"Anyone," he says through it, with a deep nod. "A wonder what you can do with a name and a description." His work can take a while, of course, but it's worth it in the end. For the customer. So he'd like to think.

[bemoans]

The poor lady hasn't an inkling. She hadn't stopped to question or doubt either. Be it impulsive or blind, at least (and this is what she told herself) she is taking action. And with the world off-balance, and the Baker tense as a wire and determined to protect their family almost as much as --

Well.

"You can simply find a person? And bring them to me?" she wants to clarify, making no apologies for her own ignorance. "I just want to find her and see if I can - well, I just want to find one woman."

[fluter]

"Bring them -" he can't help but crane his head toward her, eyebrows knitted together. "Bring them to you?"

That wasn't usually part of the deal. A few times, customers have asked him for a brief meeting with the target, and some have wished to observe as they follow him and his flute to wherever they went, and perhaps he's made a mistake in assuming she'd be blunt about the whole thing. But the woman in front of him seems determined, if a bit unclear, and tact feels awkward coming out of his mouth. He's not used to walking on eggshells.

"I can," he says slowly. Involuntarily, he scratches the back of his neck. "Generally, though, I get people away from you. Not - to you."

[bemoans]

"If - if there is reason for harm, I will, um, probably. Most likely. Need your services to get this person away from me and my family."

It is taking her some time, growing accustomed to the fact that the woman who raised her didn't know her at all. Though she would (most likely) not put a curse on to Rapunzel herself, there was no telling what she would do to anyone else, if called upon after all these years.

"My mother has disappeared since I got married," the blonde explains quietly, twisting her hands anxiously, "I think she can be of, um, some help in this time."

[fluter]

Nicholas finds himself at a loss. There's no reason why he can't fulfill the request, of course - especially when the logic of the situation is applied. The only difference would be the lack of throwing her mother to - well, wherever, and it would seem that the little project would still have a definite resolution.

"And I'll still be paid, correct?" Just to get the formalities out of the way. Rarely does the Pied Piper go on missions for free, after all, and what with the unexpected differences in the case, he does find there to be need for clarification. "Finding your mother after that shouldn't be a problem."