Wind Child

She doesn't look up, she just keeps dancing. Round, and round, and round, never ceasing never resting,  just dancing. She is like the wind itself, I find myself thinking, forever free.
Her hair, my eyes are drawn to her hair. It is blonde. White blonde, with shimmering places that do not seem to have any color at all.
Finally, she looks at me. Her eyes. Oh Gods, her eyes. Her eyes. Usually eyes are just one color. Sometimes two. Not like hers. Oh gods. They are a million colors, all swirled together.
"What do you want?" she whispers in a voice like the evening breeze. Her words wake me up: her eyes are hypnotic.
"This is private land." I muster up my courage, "You're trespassing. What were you doing any way?"
She glares at me and her amazing eyes seem to fill with lightning. Then something truly awesome happens. She rises into the air. She whispers something that looks like a spell, but at first I think she is mouthing "Jade, send me rain"
Thunder rumbles in the distance. Real lightning, not from her eyes, flashes. Then it is pouring rain.
I fall flat on my face praying. As she alights upon the damp earth I raise my head.
"Oh great goddess, what name do you have? What shall be written at the entrance to your temple?"
She seems pleased with my admiring attitude, but cannot think of what to say. Finally, she shrugs.
"Opal"she says.