High in the skies of the western mountains of Zefria, the five claws of Nianda stop in mid-air.
Her slits of pupils dilate until only the blacks can be seen in her large eyes.
In her path is a small white-furred Imp, floating in the sky thirty yards in front of her.
It is so small, that her one scale is twice as large as it is.
'Ouija, demigod of the wind and sea, you want to stop me as well'?
"For why are you in the 'out'"? the imp asks quizzically.
Its voice is squeaky but Nianda hears it just fine.
'My business is my own, leave me' she growls after sending her message.
The imp smile takes up half of its small body.
Its teeth are larger than its small hands clasped behind its back.
'Go back into the 'in' Nianda, no one is left in the 'out'' it warns before disappearing in a flash of white light.
Its voice in Nianda's mind sounds like a rumbling baritone of mountains grinding against each other.
