Prototype #1
She sought the wind out at dawn, as she approached the cave in which he dwelt she waited for the sun to stir and wake him.
As the first new rays broke the dawn she began to twirl her wrists, much like she had learnt through poi with her grandmother.
The wind was startled, bright lights of every colour affronted his eyes and confused him.
He stumbled around the cave, shaking the foundations, and soon rocks were falling all around him.
The girl continued to twirl her wrists, and as they shook the lights blinded the wind.
Disorientated and confused, now blind the wind crept from his cave, unable to see, unable to sense he was forced to slow his race across the earth, no longer were we troubled by the kinds of hurricane force winds that used to break the world.
As the first new rays broke the dawn she began to twirl her wrists, much like she had learnt through poi with her grandmother.
The wind was startled, bright lights of every colour affronted his eyes and confused him.
He stumbled around the cave, shaking the foundations, and soon rocks were falling all around him.
The girl continued to twirl her wrists, and as they shook the lights blinded the wind.
Disorientated and confused, now blind the wind crept from his cave, unable to see, unable to sense he was forced to slow his race across the earth, no longer were we troubled by the kinds of hurricane force winds that used to break the world.
