Aedelwine walked slowly,
bare feet atop the ground.
Winding through the dense wood,
tall trees towering.
She was dressed in a light fabric,
not covering her nudity.
She felt like a faerie, or an elf.
She dreamed to be so.

Aedel danced, and spun
and held her arms to the sky.
She was dancing for them,
The stars;
her slender body twisting,
moving
with a beautiful ease,
the flickering orange light
cast an effervescent glow about her.

Then, as she got too dizzy
she sat down,
lit her pipe
and withdrew
on the hot, acrid smoke.

She tossed her head
coughing a plume of thick, white smoke.
She laughed with hilarity,
The heavens joining in.
Soon, none of them knew why they laughed,
only that they were, indeed,
laughing.