Windswept Princess.

A Flame within the Eye of a Violent Storm-Wind, a Flame protected from the Air in natural motion, the smell carried by this as indicating Her Presence..A Presence artificially produced by Air-Current (As all were fashioned by the breathe of God), for sounding Her Wind instrument, the air to be so used as the Wind Instruments in Orchestra..A Violent Gas generated deep within the Bowels of Ethereal Heaven..The Storm, Her Breath, as needed in Exertion or Speech, the unflinching Fearless Power of Her Breathing without difficulty drew Me to a point below the centre of Her Chest where swift blows temporarily Paralyzes Her Breathing..Her empty talk, below and before the Wind, helped by it, guided Me between the Wind and Water to Her most vulnerable point..Breaking the Winds into Whispers, using Her Breath instead of Voice, She spoke in a barely audible tone or Secret or Confidential Tone of the rustles or murmurs of the Leaves, Wind, and Water, swinging round and round, revolving rapidly, each Whisper swiftly traveling in either Orbit or curve to convey or go rapidly away, such as the Brain and Senses which seem to spin around, whirling in movement in Equilibrium to the Social Whirl..Her every thought in a Whirl within a circular eddy of what feels like Water but is Air..Her Feelings or Emotions cast and flung to the Winds, abandoning all Thought close to or near Wind..She accepted, as She Herself knew that She was so intimately close to Indecency and Dishonesty, and felt the Suspicions begin within the Will-o-the-Wisp..The Inevitable Twirl and Twist of the Universe..Karma..That Three Fold Kiss..It frightened Her not knowing how the Wind blows nor the current State of Affairs or Opinions..She knew that something was within the Wind though..She knew that something was about to happen..She was in the Winds eye, directly against it..Like the Wind, swiftly, She was carried by it..In life, however, there is usually always a second Wind, like unto the recovery of regular Breathing during continued Exertion after Breathlessness..The knowledge of the second Wind took the Wind out of Her sails, and frustrated Her with Anticipation..The Wind lowered Her between a Wind-break, a row of Trees, breaking the Force of the Wind..These Ash Trees were Her protection from the cold Wind..The Windfall..A rather unexpected good fortune..The Winds of change offered Her a tendency for reform, much related unto the Air Passage from the Throat to the Lungs of a non-smoker..This was the Windscreen and Windshield to Her past Sins, staining stained glass windows of Churches..No longer exposed to high Winds, She made Her Breathe quick and deep, exhausted, She lay beneath the Ashes to renew the Wind of Her lungs by rest..She slept... A light-as-Air tale...