Random writing-about a forest lady

The girl's white, blue hair swings around, her light blue dress swirling around her. Her huge violet eyes open and close in rapture and her pale white skin seems to glow in the moonlight. Her legs carry her around the clearing, dancing gracefully, her arms swaying in the wind. The stars twinkle and the girl seems to be dancing to a music that only she could hear.

No one is around but the animals, all silently watching the beautiful girl. Soon, they join in the dance, circling around her, weaving in and out between the other dancers. And still the girl seem not to notice her companions as she spins around faster and faster.

She has danced since the moon had first shown her shining face. Still, she is not tired. Her steps do not falter, her dress does not stop swirling. Instead, she seems to get faster, twirling and leaping in a frenzied dance that not even the animals can keep up with. She dances with all her heart and soul, putting her very life into the dance.

And as she dances, the wind whispered through the trees, the leaves swaying. The grass rustles and bends under her bare feet.

And suddenly, she stops and fades into the trees. She leaves nothing behind, only the glade's memory that she had ever been there.

She leaves, as silently as she came, quietly and with grace.