The wind was singing in her ears, spiraling and whirling around her in a song and dance they alone could hear. It was rushing through her blood, the wind, even as she tore through it, the air parting for her. The wind was howling through her blood, there was no other explanation for that odd feeling of lightness and motion. It was rushing through her like a river, churning and whistling and humming under her skin. Like she could let go and float up into the sky, become a star all her own. But no, this lightness might feel like she was lifted off the ground but it was also a current of air that urged her to move, move, move. The energy pushing her faster, faster, faster. Even as it tore at her skin She flew through a cloud squinting at the momentary fog before she exploded out into the light and wind and air once more. The night wasn't cloudy, no it was dark, but the stars, they were so bright above it seemed to make up for the dark moon. She was wind and air and motion, and she would not be tamed.