Amanda just laughed and twirled in an arc over my head, shaking her head at me, which made dewy raindrops fall from her bouncing, curling, iridescent hair.
Have you ever seen a wind person? You can’t imagine how beautiful they are. You look at them, and almost see through them, the way you can almost see through a diamond but can’t because of the way the light is playing inside of it. But instead of serious light that shoots in straight lines and triangles and hard cuts, it plays in their skin, jumping and gusting, not quite solid in appearance but never letting you doubt how present and real and true they are.