Once midnight struck a lantern dancer could be witnessed but a human would only see what they call a wisp as for one to truly see one they had to believe which was a trait which very specific creatures had. Well as in the lush green mythical world of Ayrex there was a slightly carefree and oblivious lantern dancer named Spice who held the same routine of going on a small walk amongst the street lights every coming midnight. Well as fate had it he was on yet another with a subtle uncanny surprise which should have been expected.
As the clock took it's self to ring amongst a small tone Spice left the safety of the dimension which he held at whim and would part to one end of the medieval town. With that he'd walk with a small skip once more enjoying how men made their homes of stone and thatch. They where simple to him and as he'd glance through a window leaving his feet to stand on the stone road his eyes glanced at all the odd things people needed. Having tailored his own clothing as every lantern dancer did he couldn't get the concept of stores so that left him to continue his usual walk.
With the moon light containing this small world he felt at ease. In the distance an owl could be heard and so could foot steps other then his own... the foot steps Spice didn't notice but all the same he was abit of a day dreamer. Alas the steps weren't of men so they could see Spice with ease...
