As Seen From Below (way low): Puck Runs into a Dwarf
Cyril cut his way across the market with his usual mix of ease and unfortunate accidents. After fourteen years of slowly becoming a part of this surface society, there were those that immediately and habitually stepped out of his way whenever he left his shop. There were others that stopped, still not used to seeing that many dwarfs. And, much to Cyril's eternal embarrassment and frustration, there were those who were so used to him being around that they did not even notice him, at least until they walked into him. He might be short, but being as wide as he was becoming it should have been more difficult to overlook him.
The people just had their heads in the skies.
Actually, a few of them actually did, he noticed. There was a few who kept looking up to the roof tops in stolen glances with puzzled expressions on their faces. Cyril turned to look, but from his angle all he could see was the edge of the roof and the sky beyond. He huffed and started to turn around, only to get knocked off balance by a man rushing about.
"Here now, there's no need for that." Cyril grumbled while he got his balance back under control - he was not knocked over, only knocked back a step but the other fellow fell backwards on his behind. The man fought to his feet and tried to run off again, but Cyril snagged his flailing arm as he darted past. While Cyril might not look like much, he was strong and his low center of gravity made him as immovable as a boulder. The halted momentum of the man's mad dash jerked Cyril's shoulder, but snapped the fellow back. "Aren't you supposed to apologize?" He asked in a semi-threatening way.