481. The Dance Of The Imps

In the forest clearing at midnight the imps do their unholy dance illuminated only by the light of a firefly while the others hide in the leaves of the woods Their hair wings are leathery and dark but not as much as their hair as it swirls round their naked bodies covering them from prying eyes Their gyrations are watched by their offspring as they hang back by the trees it is not their turn to join in yet as they are too young and weak The ritual will be completed by sunrise when they will return to their cave waiting for the new moon to come round again so they can recast their foul spells