Not so much for Cricket. Oh, there are spirits and they're capricious lot, but they have their different types and temperaments. Cricket has a pleasant and calming tenor. At least currently. When he wants he can totally change it as any good musician can.

Taking the trowel, he started digging a small hole for a plant.

"The biggest problem with him is that he's one of those people that's so charismatic that he can get you to do something you know deep down in your bones is a terrible idea but somehow seems like a good idea when he presents it." Every time Rhys shows up, Cricket promises himself that he wasn't going to go along with him... and then he ends up in a swamp somewhere getting bitten by midges looking for some... thing.

"I'm no fool. Now midges on the other hand, I would believe you," he said, "And that's better than I. I've never had a hand for healing beyond bandaids and handing over aspirin."

He dug another little hole. "I do. I have an older brother and a nephew as well as my parents."