[u]Mar[/u]

Mar had settled herself near the exit, still attempted to bend into the background and didn’t draw any attention to herself despite her present appearance. Not an easy feat for a Naga within this setting. Her tail had been pressed against the wall and prevented anyone from tripping over it, her eyes panned across the room. Several events had played out but none she aimed to be part, her eyes made a mental note of who was ideal to avoid. Mar’s head turned to when the Headmaster rose. Her attention ripped towards the loud screech of his table, his figure stood and raised to his feet while announcing the magical displays were about to begin. The first to step up was a middle aged man with an eye patch and erect hair despite his well-kept appearance, and then followed by a lithe white Esyire in a black dress who stepped with prim sharpness.

Her eyes narrowed when the Electromancer started off. Unfortunately her preparation for the display was foiled when movement from her eye’s corner had drawn her attention, a strange creature with wings and scaly tail had entered the room again. Mar knew it was the same student that had fled earlier yet now seemed to have come for the demonstrations, a demon, her tongue flickered out to catch the sulfur missed with heavy earth scent, bow politely. The plant like creature started to move towards one of the staff at the head table, his path followed the outer wall towards the head table where he stopped near the Headmaster himself. The Demonomancer seemed to smile at seeing the Demon which surprised Mar. 

Crack! 

Mar couldn’t help herself, her body tensed and curled at the loudness, missed when the Electromancy master had shot his lightening into the roof. It flickered and rushed at the top, a seemingly live animal of shapeless and raw energy. In a few short moments the metal within the room had started to rise. Daggers, weapons, and metal items of all shapes and sizes started to float and pulled upwards to the room’s top. Luckily Desert Naga used no such material, even in their weapons so it was of little concern to her. At least until she noted a few distressed bipeds refused to release their items. They rose with them, feet slowly edged from the ground as some smartly released and others still fool hardy cling onto the objects. 

Within a few moments, the master snapped his fingers and the invisible force ceased. Everything dropped quickly. Utensils, weapons, and more clattered to the floor but Mar’s eyes spotted something distressing. A hunting bow had been floating towards her and likely far from its owner. Unlike the other items- each at worse would’ve suffered a minor dent if that- this small weapon would likely be smashed in its plight downwards. Immediately she reacted in haste. Her hand shot out and fingers wrapped about the small arch the moment it smacked into her palm. The action left her hand stinging for a moment, her jaw tensed to bite back the hiss. 

That was when something had decided to plow right into her. Instinctively Mar’s eyes jerked downwards to see a small, blue Elf now landed upon her rear. Her head fixed upon the bow within the Naga’s hand and seemed frozen in place. It was pretty clear who the weapon belonged to. However, before Mar gave it back, her hand pulled it closer to her eyes than examined it. Her eyes flickered over the detail and silently admired the craftsmanship in its creation, a skill learned during her time among the Crafter class. Sadly it was nowhere near Tyrael’s skill. Once content there wasn’t any damage, Mar spoke to the Snow Elf. 

“You have to stand before I can give you back your bow. It will do very little good for you while on the floor.” She said and once the student rose, Mar’s body lowered slightly. Leaned over, she passed off the delicate weapon. “It would be unwise to lose it again.”