like a bird caught in a curtain, this temporary entanglement may lead to an open sky
Alkena continues to float along the breeze—carried forth by some unseen presence that feels entirely too real and too tangible to ignore. It is a wonder to her that others do not let themselves be buoyed by that same presence. Do not feel the same urge to drift along the wind and see where it may take them. What a shame, she thinks, smiling at nothing, feeling herself wind along the currents of air and float on.
It is cool today, but when in this form, such things rarely bother her. She can only feel the edges of it on her conscious, as if viewing something from her peripheral. After all, she cannot be made uncomfortable by the thing from which she is made. She cannot be uncomfortable with her own cellular makeup.
So today she is the winter wind and she wakes up more fully. She unfurls into it fully, howling into existence as she makes her way into the forest and around the branches that crackle into life. Alkena laughs at the way the trees sway beneath them, her and the wind, and the sound is loud, even if she remains invisible. It cracks through the air and she is gleeful with it, with this tangible mark of her.
It is only when she sees the alien boy that she stops at all. She bounces lightly, invisible in the air, and peers down at him, trying to deduce exactly what he is and why he is so different from what she knows.
Curious, she floats further down until she is but a foot away from him, studying him unabashedly knowing that he might be able to sense her but knowing that he cannot see her. She blows out, sending a rush of wind across his face and she manages to suppress a giggle, curious what he might do.
@Fret