The sun beat down upon the port city of Lavanitir on a most windy afternoon. This wind was apparently rather strong as on one powerful breeze rode the small figure of The Imp. The Imp's outfit was design to allow it to glide on the air, however today The Imp was not trying to glide, it was just try to nap and the strong winds had carried it off! Still asleep it was likely the creature had no idea what was going on.
As the sleeping imp flew over a small home people nearby began to take note of the sleep flier and was attracting a reasonable amount of pointing and murmuring. Eventually the wind weakened and could no longer carry its unconscious passenger and most abruptly the small wooden thing fell from the air towards the street below; still snoozing.
As the sleeping imp flew over a small home people nearby began to take note of the sleep flier and was attracting a reasonable amount of pointing and murmuring. Eventually the wind weakened and could no longer carry its unconscious passenger and most abruptly the small wooden thing fell from the air towards the street below; still snoozing.
