[Where shall I go today?] Eulalia soared across the endless blue skies as her flowing gossamer raiment fluttered. Its enchanted fabric resisted the strongest gusts, either catching or manipulating its direction. When in a calm mood, she would speak with flocks of migratory birds. For a thrill, she would challenge the blustery winds of the higher altitudes or plunge along a downward current of air and reach breathtaking speeds. She was the wind itself, gliding along its conveyance with its same whimsicality.