Prototype #1
As Tawhiri slept, the girl wove her hair into him, around him and over him.
He began to stir, and as he did the girl slept away.
Tawhiri raged, realising he had been snared, but as hard as he fought he could not break free of his bonds.
Because of a cunning girl, the wind now rages, yet because he is not free, in some places his breath is only a soft breeze, and in others it is a gale.
He began to stir, and as he did the girl slept away.
Tawhiri raged, realising he had been snared, but as hard as he fought he could not break free of his bonds.
Because of a cunning girl, the wind now rages, yet because he is not free, in some places his breath is only a soft breeze, and in others it is a gale.
