Gumei had some time alone atop the school’s tallest tower, for practice. The breeze stroked her bare arms and legs.
Sensing was easy, she just had to invite the wind. It felt like it flowed through her, and with that came an understanding where it had been before. Trying to “see” more, she moved with it, following eddies a shiplenght away from her.
She laughed when she realized she danced. It felt right. With a surge of confidence she wove steps and gestures her mother had taught her into her movements.
When Gumei decided to lead, the wind followed her.