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Nathair (&Quartz)

Quartz was hoping for someone to suggest something else, anything at all, because personally he didn’t like the notion of losing his nice, warm perch. Sadly, it was Arlette who decided to grant his request and placed him down. His thin body placed upon the gound while he gave a little sigh, clearly disliked to having to be away from the young girl. She was, second to Nathair of course, one of his favorite Holders and it wasn’t hard to see why Mime was so protective of her. 

Once down, the spirit shifted slightly uncomfortably when he touched down. His belly was use to the soft forest ground and tough tree bark not the gritty, beach sand at least until he got use to it. His mind didn’t wandered too long on it before suddenly Arlette’s hand was taken and both her and Mime were being lead a way from the scene! Even Quartz knew that wasn’t good as they still had work to do, his eyes shifted over to the woman who led the two out of the crowd. The crowd might’ve settled down after Remia had parted the crowd yet he doubted it would stay that way for long. Eowyn’s words, something he didn’t catch over the crowd’s noises, about Arlette. That’s when Mine’s mental words rippled through Quartz’s mind causing the reptile to stall bit in surprise. 

He only experienced the Telepathy a few time, not having the skill himself, and it was an interesting to have discover Mime knew this trait. It also meant he couldn’t speak to the others over the crowd, his words likely drowned out by the crowd’s words and protests. After Mime’s words he had a nasty feeling neither him nor the other were going to like what might happen. His eyes looked for Nathair and spotted him immediately as being slightly midway in the crowd, he tried to help Remia with less effectiveness then the Knight had and now paid for it. He found Nathair’s attempts to overcome his short comings rather humorous in a light hearted way.

Sadly with a Holder in the crowd, his mind remembered the Holder Eowyn mentioned in the crowd, and decided to take matters into his own scales sort of speak. However, he couldn’t open a channel to Eowyn or anyone really which meant, so he hope this was a public line or Mime would deliver his message for him. 

[i]Alright, Telepathy is all new to me and since I lack the said skill, I hope this is a public line between most of us. If not, I hope Mime delivers this to all. Remia and Eowyn, you two might want to focus on the crowd and Holder within it. I, as well as Nathair, can get Arlette and Mime back. Not very hard as a few little nips here and there might be a little persuasive enough. However, I don’t think we can make back through this crowd without pulling Remia from where she’s most needed.[/i] 

He took a breath, and then continued. [i]So, instead we’ll head towards the group of men and seek out the holder there. It might allow me to deal with them better without attracting the crowd’s attention. [/i] 

Slowly, and through many feet, Quartz had made his way to Nathair. He realized first off, the man was edgy and unsettled. His path blocked all the way around as it caged the holder in. Nathair wanted to bear his teeth but stopped it, he tried to avoid touching the others as much as possible among the crowd and hopefully prevent any baser reaction which could undo what Remia’s efforts had accomplished. A man growling at someone might receive a less kind response in return. Naturally, once Quartz came near Nathair, he noticed the spirit crawl up his pant leg. He tensed then smiled, inwardly knew who it was instantly. Out of instinct and pure knowledge about his spirit’s habits, the man’s eyes flickered to where the expected set of black eyes peered out from his shirt collar. 

The Holder then spoke. “I figured you would’ve been with Arlette rather than here.” 

“She put me down and we got separated.” Quartz said, his tone slightly depressed by it. A short lived one which he then added. “We’ve got a task, Nathair. I think we should consider retrieving Arlette and Mime, and then head out towards where that small group of men is. Eowyn and Remia can handle the rest here.”

Nathair’s eyebrow raised in question at Quartz’s idea, the snake’s feathers quivered in displeasure while he took on a more commanding voice. “Don’t give me that questionable look. Despite the fact you were adopted, I still took care of you and currently am your father. At least closest thing you will ever have to one. So I don’t need to explain to you, merely just ask that you trust me and do what you’re told!” 

“Fine.” Nathair reluctantly answer. “I hope you’re right and they don’t need our help, but I have a nasty feeling about this whole situation.”

They started to make their way to Arlette and Mime, Nathair attempted to push his way through the crowd best he could. Unseen and unknown, Quartz had help a bit by using his own muscle. Using Nathair as a stand, bring him up to the same height of the protesters, he pushed against those who were more stubborn. Nathair had to brace himself from being shoved away each time the spirit mentally told him to. The task would likely be painstakingly slow because Nathair would have to brace while Quartz had to ensure he didn’t use too much strength. Too much would’ve sent Nathair onto his ass and totally counterproductive, yet too little won't budge the humans at all.