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[u]Nathair & Quartz[/u]

Nathair and Quartz were finally relieved to have made it to the stage. The crowd seemed thicker and more rowdy here, likely the most spot of all. He pushed up against the stage as he felt the snake slither up his arm to his shoulder. The movement caused Nathair to winch suddenly as the scales hit some tender spots. This caused Quartz’s some concern; he promptly stopped and quickly inquired the cause. “Everything alright Nathair? Did I hurt you?” 

“Give me a moment.” Nathair replied through a soft hiss, his hand rolled up his sleeve and spotted the slight bruising resulted by their little improvising. Quartz after all had to wrap about his holder’s arm in order to make it believable that the unusual strength was indeed Nathair’s own and remain a secret the fact they were holders. Unfortunately, even with their careful actions, it seemed they still needed to perfect it. 

Eowyn’s comment took his attention away from his thoughts. Hastily his hand had shoved down the sleeve and hid the light bruises, his body turned to face her. She seemed happy to see him, her voice relayed a bit more of the information Quartz had suspected, and her mouth fixed into a smile. Quartz naturally couldn’t stay quiet. 

“Naturally, I doubt there would’ve been any need for us if things always went smoothly. Nathair and I had noticed woman in the crowd who seemed to stick out and Mime’s little comment doesn’t put me at ease one bit. Remia might want to see if she can detach the woman from the rest of the crowd gently-“ 

Their conversation was interrupted when one of the PR members broke in, scolding them for their best which made Quartz’s feathers ruffle a bit. Before Quartz could say a word in reply, a man had started to climb out of the crowd then onto the stage. Eowyn excused herself to deal with him, her body moved upwards and stepped to block him. She hadn’t noticed the other man clambering onto stage behind her. 

“Let’s help her out, Nathair.” Quartz said then jerked his head, still hidden underneath the collar, towards the man. Nathair just nodded and moved. 

Nathair, unlike his spirit, wasn’t going to be quick enough to move in front since the man had a head start. Instead, the best option was to slow him down and hopefully stop him. His body close to the stage, Nathair moved towards the man while allowing Quartz to slither unto the stage. The spirit was faster, reaching in front of the man in moments as Nathair took hold the shoulder soon after. Ready, Quartz positioned himself, his body coiled and waiting, just where the man’s head peeked out to rise over the stage ramp. If the man refused to get down then likely the two would force him. Quartz, easily hidden from sight, would push from the back and Nathair’s grip behind would easily make it appear as if Nathair was doing it himself. One of the perks of being small was few people noticed you, mused Quartz. 

Trying to mimic Eowyn, Nathair commented. “Don’t think you belong up there.” 

Suddenly a shriek, one they both realize might’ve been only either Mime or Arlette, had Nathair jerk his head towards the source. Quartz already explained with a slight annoyance. “It seems Remia found Arlette and Mime. After this, I really need to sit the doppleganger and Remia down to explain what ‘covert’ means… You think with his ability, he would know its meaning by now.”