The Mannegishi, a small semi-humanoid spirit with thin arms, large eyes, and no nose, hid among the slippery river stones. River-Stone Guise. It loved to tip over canoes and steal lures from fishermen. It saw a strange figure walking across the surface of the water, defying gravity.
"A traveller to soak!" the Mannegishi thought, giggling silently.
It reached out with its spindly, translucent fingers to grab an ankle and pull. Bait-Slip.
The ankle was hot. Burning hot. Like touching a stove.
Set, the Egyptian God of Chaos, Storms, and Deserts, looked down. He was not amused by the wet touch.
"You dampen my path," Set rumbled, his voice like grinding sandstones.
He did not strike with a weapon. He simply raised his staff. Desert Maelstrom.
A wind from the Red Land—the scorching desert—blasted the river. The water hissed and turned to steam in seconds. The riverbed cracked open, dry as a bone. The Mannegishi, suddenly exposed and dehydrating rapidly, scrambled over the hot rocks, gasping for moisture that no longer existed. Set walked on, leaving a trail of parched earth and a dried-up prankster in his wake.