The wind was too strong, too hard to resist. It kissed every inch of her soul, stealing away frozen desires. Her long silver hair with streaks of blue caressed her back, gently brushed her cheeks and clothed her from her shoulders, as it succumbed to the wind's calling. Every breath, gradually increasing its hold on her, pulled her away from where she stood - eyes closed and a passionate smile on her beautiful face, arms spread wide carving swirls in the sky while her fingers play with the mist of the air, toes dipping against gravity in every spin up north, body sliding against the flap of her cold silk-like wings, swaying. . . dancing. She took herself to the forbidden flight, not realizing that she gave herself away for unbelievers to see.
