Prototype #1
She arrived at the home of the breeze and found Tawhiri there, tempting him with her beautiful snowflake hair.
He took the bait, he began to stream through her hair much to his delight.
Only too late did he realise that he was becoming tangled in her hair unable to escape, he fought, writhed and strained against it.
There was nothing that could be done, he was completely caught.
He begged to be released, desiring to fly freely across the skies again.
The girl agreed to release him, on the condition that he no longer tore across the skies, and instead would be a gentle breeze, and only at times race the skies.
He took the bait, he began to stream through her hair much to his delight.
Only too late did he realise that he was becoming tangled in her hair unable to escape, he fought, writhed and strained against it.
There was nothing that could be done, he was completely caught.
He begged to be released, desiring to fly freely across the skies again.
The girl agreed to release him, on the condition that he no longer tore across the skies, and instead would be a gentle breeze, and only at times race the skies.
