[center][b]Free Billy[/b][/center]

Arlette opened up her mouth to reply to Eowyn and Remia before closing and giving them a nod. "...Okay," she said to Remia. Meanwhile, whatever Mime was about to whine or say was stilled when Nathair grabbed the spirit by the shoulder, which caused Mime to turn and face the male Holder. She stared at Nathair but remained quiet during his exchange with Arlette and Quartz migrating. For her part, Arlette prepared herself as she was made aware of what Nathair asked but wasn't able to say her agreement before Quartz slithered to her. Her shoulder tensed and the girl giggled a bit as the snake's scale brushed against her neck. "Ah, uh, I don't mind it...it's...nice to meet you too, Mr. Quartz and, um..thanks you," Arlette muttered to the snake, her face slightly reddened from Quartz's comment. She then lifted an arm to the snake's head to pat it as a form of greeting.

On the other hand, Mime seemed to be irked as she pouted under Nathair's eyes. "No fair, you never called me cute or wanted to hang around me like that even if I [b]looked[/b] like this," she huffed. Then another holder separated from the group. Arlette looked at the disappearing figure of the holder with concern, "Would she be fine going alone?" 

She then looked up in an effort to look at Quartz before answering the spirit's question, "Oh, yes, you always had something to talk about whenever I saw you."

[center][b]Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon[/b][/center]

The heat of the badlands didn't seem to faze Vignar despite the holder still wearing his usual thick clothing. Even so, he had worn a scarf to prevent sand from entering his mouth and nose in case of a sandstorm happening. The Bishop had taken the mission due to his spirit's insisting that he go do his duty and slay the mother dragon with enough zeal that he still felt the ringing. Thankfully, the spirit had gone quiet, although if any experienced hunter was able to see the spirit, they would see that the quietness was because the spirit was [i]too[/i] excited.

Vignar followed quietly behind the more excited members of the Librarians sent for the mission, preferring to not do so much things until his headache completely gone. At least the creatures nearby wasn't inclined to attack them on sight. Who knows, at his current state, he might just decide to call in the wrath of the storm on those trying to assault them.