The way she moved lay somewhere between a skip and a dance, akin to a leaf swept twixt the trees on an errant breeze. Clad in naught but her wild auburn hair, she whirled and whipped her way through the wood, relishing each footstep of freedom. Nothing could rouse her from this trance, wake her from this bath of nature she had created to soak herself in, eternal. Each root and stalk in this dense green expanse was her kin, and their radiance flowed through her as their exultant sibling. Where her nimble feet touched the ground, a thicket crumbled to ash, sprouted anew, and matured by the time her step had passed, cinder blown behind her. Beasts too close in her wake scorched and charred, bark reeled and birds fled. And yet, all would have regrown yet more alive in the time for her head to turn, should she ever have the fancy to look back.
This was her purpose, a natural force of fire and warmth to replenish and renew the woods, to sear and slay and heal and nourish. Maybe she was the chaos of nature, or the structure of it. Unburdened of morality or thought or choice, just this squirming, glowing, writhing unconscious. As if her eyes were half open and hazy, never focusing on anything except the feeling.
This was her element. It had been her element for a very long time. The origin was always distant but by this time was Totally Lost. And nothing would ever change.
Some impulse made her turn. She saw his face.