She stood on the rocky crag. Her arms stretched upwards, her eyes looking down. The drop was at least eight hundred feet and she wanted to soar. She spread her arms wide, imagining them to be wings and considered launching herself in the murky pools below. The wind picked up and gently cradled her in its grasp. She flinched slightly, and then relaxed her body into the wind, her mind, body and soul with nature, her spirit restless.

She wanted to fly like the birds, to tumble through the dark night sky. She threw her head backwards and looked into the moon, and she was sure she could feel it watching back. She dropped to her knees, the words of her ritual falling from her mouth like rain from the sky, her hands sketching a circle and then casting it thrice about. She rose, her concentration devoted to the purpose of this visit.

She spread her arms again, arcing them out then bringing them together above her head, her fingers tips touched and she felt a jolt through her body. For a moment, she was flying. She dropped her hands to her waist then sharply drew them skywards, moving them with the graceful movements of a well-practised dancer. She swept through the air with joy in her heart and as her mind focussing, she could feel the air running through her fingers, and she moved her arms with greater intensity and she knew she was flying.

In her mind she spiralled downwards, then glided through the heavy air, the moisture slicking off her wings. She could smell the heavy pine scent as she flew over the dark forest, her eyes picked up every movement, even the twitching of a mouse's whiskers. She could feel bursts of pure happiness leaving her body with each long sweep of a tawny wing.

On the crag, the wind gently released its hold on her and left the scene a deathly calm. A look of elation was fixed upon her face and she opened her eyes and gazed at the crag. She had flown over it and beyond, she had felt the joy of soaring; of using her mind and body to achieve her wishes. She cleansed the circle and thanked her Goddess. Her mind full of her happiness, she left the scene as she had found it, but richer.

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