Hmm, she had to be careful in what she said thanks to Therion did, essentially locking her off from speaking about matters but she could listen. Daphnee did not think Rosalie had been attacked, at least she didn't see the signs.

“Yeah, I use to get these real bad delusions, I'd see and hear things then it got worse I could actually feel things. It was all in my head of course and even now they have to adjust my meds from time to time.”

She left it open in case Rosalie needed to speak about something but she seemed to have it all together.

“That's unfortunate, I could only get the name and no details. But I was running with a theory, I got the idea when seeing a personal tome of a student last year and got to thing Witchcraft of Demonology as delusions seem to be common in our bloodline but it was as an alternative theory.”

Rosalie looks away for a moment when Daphnee answers her question. She looks around making sure there was no one else within earshot then closes her book. "What kind of creature did you encounter?" She asks still keeping her voice down.

She gets a reaction from her, the same one that she had been sporting when they had first met. So she had been attacked, Daphnee was wrong. If this had only been out of curiosity then she probably wouldn't have been to concerned with who heard.

“Oh, I've had a few since coming here though over the years I've had many.” She left it vague enough so that Rosalie might or might not make the move.

She couldn't speak of the attacks on her but the attacks on another were far game as far as Therion;s rules went. She glanced towards Rosalie.

“Our bloodlines are entwined together, we share an ancestor so you may have the same thing in your future … do you have a history of mental illness in your family tree?”

"I have three, though the first two were by the same one." Rosalie had been lucky on her first encounter as Myra did not force herself onto Rosalie the way other monsters usually did. She was just very open sexually and wanted to show Rosalie a good time. Her most recently encounter was another story. "No, other than a couple of cases of bipolar disorder in a couple of relatives, there's never been any serious mental illness. I do however, have a special ability..." Rosalie says locking eyes with Daphnee. Daphnee would've seen a flash in her eyes, then smelled the scent of a bakery. Baked breads, pies, and other sweets seemed to fill the air.

The scents rising up through her nostrils had been pleasant warm fresh bread wwaifed up to her nose.

“Just three ...” she had many herself had many encounters while on the island and most were the sort that she would rather forget. There were those that had not gone too badly though, some that had surprised her where she had thought one thing but experienced another.

“Not many cases … special ability … was, was it that scent just now?”

There were many fields of questions she'd like to explore but for the time being she let Rosalie direct things as far as what was most important to her, after all she could not speak of her attacks but had wondered how Rosalie was holding up in light of those attacks.

"That was the scent of my grandmother's baking. Whenever she was visiting, she was always baking something. The reason you can smell it now though, is because I hypnotized you, though not in the conventional way. I call it sensory hypnosis, and it allows me to control any one of the five basic senses. There are a couple of catches though: I can only control one sense at a time, and it has to be a sensation I have personally experienced. So I can't make anyone see, hear, feel, taste, or smell something that I haven't." Rosalie explains. "Sorry I didn't give you any warning. I only wanted to give you a pleasant surprise by sharing one of my fondest memories of being back home."

“No, there's no need to apologize,” given the things that had been forced upon her a pleasant aroma had been something that she really did not mind.

One sense at a time? “Still it's neat. With the delusions I've had initially it was just sight and sound scaling up from there but just one sense being affected at a time was enough to freak me out until later on as multiple senses are seen.

“It's also a good way or relaying information, rather than describing something you have the option of showing them.”

Rosalie nods. "Yes, it does come in handy when I need to share something I saw or heard without anyone else getting involved. Just too bad it doesn't work both ways. But then I supposed it would be more like telepathy." She adds smiling. "How about this scent?" Daphnee could then smell various flowers and plants all in bloom. "This is what it's like to be in our garden around spring and summer." If only she could give her a visual as well, but then she'd have to hypnotize her all over again to change senses.

The scent was so vivid … she had wondered if some of the quests used hypnosis on a grandeur scale. She had experienced some bizarre things; the interior of not one but two alien ships, an abduction, being snatched and drawn up 10,000 feet into the air if not higher, it was damn cold up there … some of the more bizarre stuff might not have really happened.

“I like the first better,” the second reminded her too much of her former roommate Karen, the botanist that she seemed to be having odds with, especially while she was with Anne being shown the ropes of being a prefect.

“But the second is nice as well. How long have you known that you could do this?”

"Since I was little, only back then I didn't know how to control it. People would tell me they saw some kind of flash in my eyes, then whenever I reminisced about something, they would seem to share it as well." Rosalie explained. "Oh you liked my grandmother's baking, did you?" She switches the scent back for Daphnee. "Interesting way to do aroma therapy, isn't it?"

“I've never excelled at the supernatural … between life at home in Boston and the delusions ...” Daphnee paused and looked from side to side to ensure that no one was paying attention to them.

“Yes, I like the bakery scent better though it's getting me a little hungry. A neat form of aroma therapy, but … well … I have a bit of a secret, well something that probably makes me out to be a bit of a head case ...”

"I honestly have no idea how I came to possess this ability. I usually keep it a secret from most of the school. I'm sure if everyone knew about it, many might always look at me suspiciously and never trust me." Rosalie says. "What sort of secret is that, Daphnee?"

“It makes helping someone cheat on a test easier too. 'Pst, what's the answer to 33?'" She chuckled just a little as she's obviously joking. She loosens a wrist guard and shows Rosalie the perfectly smooth and creamy fresh beneath.

“Talk about a delusion … these wrists guards aren't for show and I distinctly remember the cut here,” she traces the spot and shakes her head. “I remember the talks with the school to get the special permission to wear them but the scars that I've seen for years … gone … I had been deluded in remembering an event that never occurred … that's how powerful they have become.”

Of course she could not get into the real reasons since she could not get into these matters at least truthfully.

Rosalie looks at Daphnee's wrist as she pulled back the guard. It seemed odd to her to wear something like that if it was just in her head, though she wasn't about to say that out loud. "If the cuts aren't there anymore, or never were there, then why continue wearing those guards? Is it a comfort issue?"