A miscellany of my fantasy fiction, in fifty words

K'loch't looked around at the busy street. 'Gently, carefully,' xe thought to xeyself. The mortals around xey were so lively, so blissfully unaware of what xe was - but although they had no idea how fragile this busy little scrap of reality was, K'loch't couldn't afford to forget. 'Tread lightly.'