(Nazahuatl in his human form, wearing "normal" clothes, he would normally wear Tribal Priests clothing. He wouldn't ditch the belt though The monkey and the blade aren't with him at present.)
Why were they here again? Zaar sighed mentally, as he tried to think of anything but claustrophobia. He was thankful this dance was outside. He couldn't believe Nanti had stood them up. It wasn't like her. She was being tricksy. She knew they'd both do anything for her, so a little frown had sent them both rushing up here. Only to find a message rattegan telling them that she had to cancel. She'd done this on purpose, any fool could see that. Last time they had all met up she'd made it clear she hated them arguing. So she'd thrown them together in this... Ball. The tomb imuet was just thankful for his scarab; Muu there.
Nazahuatl looked around, half hoping to see the frizzy, copper head of Nanti bopping around somewhere. Alas there was no hope. They were two opposites! Naz was a kind, grounded, if slightly nervous heir of a dying tribe. As far as he knew there was less than ten of them left, he made his home in the Tengel guarding the Nahuatl tribe's sacred ground. He kept to the times, mostly. Even though he was surrounded by the past. While Zaar was a desert traveller. He couldn't stay in one place, he had to keep moving. Zaar was untrustworthy at times. Often abandoning people. Though, he didn't always mean to cause the harm he did. He was a generally kind individual, a warm person to talk to. Zaar was some one that could be the life of the party if his fear of being crowded, small spaces and being tied down didn't get in the way.
Nanti was the thing that had brought them both together, she had been friends with Zaar since they had been kids. While one of Naz's elders had been a great friend of her late husband. There was nine to ten years between Naz and Zaar's ages. Nazahuatl was fourteen, going fifteen in a matter of hours. His birthday was very soon indeed.
"What do we do now?" Zaar asked a tone of displeasure apparent in his tone. He was relieved he could still see the sky, he may have flipped otherwise.
"I'm not sure..." Naz began in reply.
"Stopping bleeding may be a start." Zaar was referring to the blood sodden rag rapped around Naz's arms.
The young suncheeka frowned. "It's customary on the eve of one's birthday to add one's blood to the daily prayer for Quetzalcoytl, via leeches. Leeches had an anti clot-"
A glare from Zaar was enough to put Naz off. Muu was alseep in his canvas bag, for a moment the imet felt very lonely. "Well, if this doesn't kill us, I just might." He muttered under his breath before heading towards the crowd.
(They were pounced on by surprise. The original invites were for Frederick and Emeline, but they got an urgent call in Lamenoli, something about a haunted public toilet? So they gave the tickets to Mousen, who gave them to Nanti, who gave them to these guys, and dropped out herself. Hope that's okay~ An neither of the dressed to dance ect. Nanti took them buy surprise. Sorry about that.)