Mysterious Wind Sitter

Wind sitters plunked themselves down in wheat fields every spring This one had a seasoned look, we knew knowledge she would bring. She had a kind face. Her skin was thin and heavenly white. Her eyes were azure, and she wore flowers in pinks; she felt all right. We sat down beside her, putting our clothes around ourselves. She felt mysterious, her mystique was whispered to us by the elves. The faeries too were delighted with this beautifully calm wind sitter. Without saying a word, my attitude and mood became a little less bitter.