Nari glided along the sky flapping his wings lazily, his mind wandered as did his body across the fall borders. He paid little attention to anything else in the skys, after all only Lord Falk owned more of it than he. Old, powerful, and full of fire had many benifits, one of such was not having to pay any mind to insignificant bugs that crawled on the ground. This air had pleased his scaley hide as it slid under and around him giving little resistance. 

Eventually he came to and set a white hot jet of liquid flame infront of him raining down fire for a short distance. He really liked the effect it had, though he had been overly mindful of it. Senseless destruction was not his style, while he could directly control any flame he created or influanced. It would bode well for him to keep it under control.