How can you remain, Staring at the rain, Maddened by the stars?
Fluttering forward through a drapery of leaves Azure spied on the performance. The woman wrestled with the covetous jungle with unusual grace, predicting the vines' movements and thrusting her body out of their grasp. Traversing the vines required a keen intuition and forethought. One needed strength to hold on to the vines, and agility to swing between them. And more than anything, it looked fun.
When the dance was over Azure picked out a low and stable branch and shifted back into her human form, almost swaying out of balance as the wood creaked under her weight. Regaining equilibrium with practiced ease, she let out a bird-like whistle of appreciation. "Not bad." She brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face, her eyes conveying interest and little else.
Azure
