Delwyn didn't care for the night. Something about it always made him uncomfortable. All together too uncomfortable to sleep, which led to some lonely hours. Much better, he reasoned, to nap once or twice during the day, than leave oneself vulnerable for a whole night. Tonight, like most nights, he was wandering. Unlike most nights, he could barely see where he was going.
It was bright enough, to be sure. While there was no moon, the stars shone luminous and wondrous. Therein lay the problem. Instead of looking where he was going, Delwyn looked upwards, admiring the cosmic tapestry even as he moved. It didn't help that tonight he was wandering in his Optime form. His goal was to slowly become less clumsy whilst on two legs. While that may happen someday, tonight it wasn't in the cards.
Murphy's law, a concept which had actually managed to outlive humanity, states that anything that can go wrong WILL go wrong. For example, when someone meets a new person, they generally want to make a good first impression. However, thanks to Murphy's law, a nasty root may be in just the right spot to cause you to trip. And you may trip in just the right place to land head first on the person you're meeting. Such was the case tonight. Delwyn's foot was caught by a malignant root as he rounded a tree, and he flew spectacularly downward onto a (probably shocked) Adonia.
"Ooof!" He said, with all the elegance of an ass.