Legends of the Winds- North Wind

The North Wind blew scents of fresh dewy spring naiveté, playing around with Ailizra's hair. The raven haired beauty wandered in the lilac fields, her hands floating across the petals of the flowers to feel their sweetness. A violet sky promised dewy showers to come during the shadowy night to come, yet this moment was a lilac perfumed afternoon in the fields of innocence. Jevedra, mistress of minds and unspoken matriarch, had sent the naïve girl to the fields, knowing her time to join womanhood was coming.1

Untold of the legends of the winds, Ailizra enjoyed the tickling sensations of the wind whisking past her petal soft skin. Knowing not why she was here or how long she would dwell here, the soft willed girl lingered, taking time to enjoy the slow changes of feeling playing against her soft hands and feet, as well as the plants lightly caressing her legs as she meandered. Her untroubled mind turned to thoughts of that morning.2

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Kalavra had set out a light, almost translucent dress, on her willow chair, engraved with patterns of lilies. As the ignorant girl teetering on the point of womanhood started dressing with the normal underbelongings, the kind mature woman had kindly reprimanded her, for the mistress of minds had known it was best if only the dress was to be worn today.4

Light steps hardly gracing the soft ground, Ailizra walked to the ebony temple, where the mother of all, living hundreds of lives, with hundreds more to live, was wearing a white robe, contrasting her bright grey hair. “Young one, come,” the melodic voice called out, to the naïve one. Sitting in the traditional position, sitting on her legs so that none showed underneath the mid length flowing robe, the raven haired one waited to hear what would be best for her to do that day. “Go to the lilac fields. Return when you have had your experience,” the incense filled ancient mind said, full lips hardly moving, her stature showing grace of the North Wind.5

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As the sensual wind lightly wakened her sense, a dreamy calm also overcame her, though she did not yet succumb to it. The North Wind grew slightly more powerful, causing a few flowers to float off their stems, towards the elegant girl, landing in her midnight hair. The light material of the dress was also caught in the wind, whipping lightly up, due to the gentle pressures of the wind. Oils of lilac tasted the edges of her dress, causing the clothes to sweetly drip away.7

Noticing the aroma of sweet oils of her skin, the sensation pulled her into a dreamlike state. Lying on the lilacs, her eyes closed, as if falling into gentle sleep. The oils from the crushed flowers, spread across the entire garment, some oil wicked away by the wind. The soft sensation on her skin grew and spread, her mind becoming unconscious though her body awakened. When Ailizra awoke, the woman stood, finding herself dressed in white robes, her hair lively grey. Walking to the temple, she sat, feeling the incense enter her body. The aromas of awareness starting to flow through her being.8