Dust
The home was quiet.
It was morningdark. Floating on the breeze, a carefree mote of thought, Dust the Nog drifted through the currents. Leaves and bits of his namesake accompanied him.
A small, whitewashed home, flanked by a rotted garden, spun before him. The world constantly turned upside-down and sideways as the wind threw Dust about.
He steared himself along a lines of leaves, directing himself to the crackling paint on the windowsill. The windows were streaked with rainy residue. He saw them glimmer as dawn encroached the horizon.
Within this home lived Mr. Louis Redmond and his daughter, Neta. Dust had been chosen as one of the impromptu leaders of this mission, and once his fellow sprites arrived, it would be his job to explain their mission to them.