An Ending...There was a nauseating sensation, as if she was falling back and up, then suddenly it was gone and she was in a state of liberation. She was soaring very high above the ground, swooping and plummeting as it pleased her. She flew for the pure joy of being able to catch the air currents and atmospheric dips, and she revelled in the experience.
The land sped by beneath her as she tumbled with the breeze, a fertile land packed with potent earth. She was one with this place, a vast feminine force to nurture and suckle in a myriad of incomprehensible ways. She opened her white-streaked wings of bluey-darkness to Cast her own Blessing upon everything which passed under their fold.
But there was an intrusion: a maleness new to the scene, which resisted the unknowable love she provide
