Monsin sat at a small booth in the tea shop, consistently downing every bit of tea brought to him. He fondled a simple pipe in his left hand, twirling it back and forth and occasionally biting at the tip. He never smoked in a public place, though the urge was there. He satisfied himself with the taste of the sweet wood used to carve his little device. He chuckled as he went over its form. Truly a miraculous little thing.
He could hear the clamor of children of all ages just outside the shop. They hadn't seen him just yet, but they knew he was in there. And he knew they were out there. He leaned back in his seat, giving a hearty laugh. It seemed he was trapped, and there would be no going anywhere until he satisfied their curiosity. He stood, blissfully oblivious to anything the other patrons were up to. He'd only paid a modicum of attention to their antics. A rather foolish lot, if he'd ever seen one, but the youth could not be expected of more. Those early years were for making mistakes, and having fun with them. But as said, he thought little of them, thinking more on how to pull off his next trick.
A window to the side of the shop served his purposes well. He silently swung it open, climbing up onto the sill and jumping out. He fell about eight feet to the street below, but a cushion of air caught him as he neared the ground, rebuffing him back into the air. He hummed a little tune as he was lifted to the roof, calmly stepping onto the tiles. He walked over towards the entrance, and enough a throng of children was spread out beneath him. "Now," he muttered. "how am I ever supposed to get through that?"
He shrugged. Best to give the crowd what they came for, he supposed. He removed his cap, so it would not be lost in the ensuing gusts, and crouched slightly. He began to swirl his arms, and below a strong gust flowed from the entrance and spread through the crowd. The children watched with baited breath, as surely Monsin would step through in a second. He felt a dry smile stretch his lips as he imagined their coming surprised.
All at once, the children below were swept off of their feet, tumbling up into the air in a dizzying experience. They came to a halt level with the roof, to see their living legend standing on the rooftop, juggling them with motions of his hands alone.
"Good day, children! I cannot help but feel you were waiting for someone; it would not have been me, would it?"
The crowd cheered. It was very definitely him. He chuckled and said, "Well, all right then! Everyone, hang onto something tight!"
"We can't!" a child called from the throng. "We're floating!"
Monsin's smile took on a mischievous light. "Then this shall be terrifying."
The child that had spoken last suddenly was lifted almost twenty feet higher than the others. He looked down at the others, and they stared back with varied expressions of shock, jealousy, or complete fear. He was starting to really get the hang of spinning around up there when his cushion of air disappeared, and he came hurtling back down to he earth.
He was stopped just a foot or so in front of Monsin, a new gust picking him up and twirling him in mid-air. He was breathing heavily, but smiling with indescribable glee. Monsin let him go again, having him land on the roof to stand next to him. He directed his attention to a pair of twins, who went spinning in opposite circles around him with a wave of his hand. It would take every trick he could think of to satisfy this crowd, but he was well prepared to stand there for some time.
