It was late, and he was still up. He was wandering around his gardens, lost in thought. The night was a warm one, with a soft breeze lightly ruffling his hair. The gardens were in their prime, lush green plants rustling in the breeze. He looked into the night sky, where the ethereal stars glittered, and let his feet guide him.
He stopped short in front of the small pond in the center of the garden, barely daring to breathe. He moved quietly into the brush, trying to remain hidden from sight, his eyes large at the scene in front of him.
Quiet giggling infiltrated the night's quiet air. He watched, spellbound, as the young woman danced upon the water of the pond, her small feet spreading ripples when they lightly touched the smooth surface. She twirled, and her long silver hair flew out behind her, exposing her bare torso for a mere moment. She curtsied to her invisible partner, holding the skirt made of woven leaves delicately between long fingers. Her blue eyes gleamed in the moonlight, matching the crown of blue lotuses on her head perfectly.
He was entranced. Who was this woman who was dancing upon water, her beauty fairly glowing like the moon itself? He moved slightly, trying to get a better view of her slender body as it twirled around. He winced as he snapped a dry twig with his bare foot.
She froze, her eyes widening. As he watched, she glanced around, fearful. She arched her back, and a pair of wings exploded from her body, the long creations fading from a midnight blue to clear. She took off, spiraling into the air. He dashed out of the bushes, staring up into the night sky, watching her form disappear among the stars.
"Amazing…" he murmured, his crimson eyes refocusing on the pond.
Kamala smiled softly to herself as she touched down on the pond again. It was a beautiful place, surrounded by a garden. It was the perfect place for her. She glanced around quickly, making sure that no one was about. The night before, a noise had startled her, but she decided that it was nothing.
Kamala felt the cool liquid bead between her toes, and giggled softly. She began to dance, feeling the calling of the moon and the stars flowing through her body. She closed her eyes, lost in the magic of the moment. Her hair flew out as she twirled, and she shivered, feeling the night air upon her bare breasts. Her hair settled again, the flowers woven into the tangled locks filling the air with the sweet scent of life.
She lifted her face to the sky, feeling the moonlight dance across her features. She threw back her arms, welcoming the night into her body, pledging her dance to the night that sheltered her. She gasped as a sudden pain shot through her.
She arched her back, trying to engage her wings as black spots floated through her vision. She felt her wings explode from her back, but the pain overcame her, and she toppled over, unconscious, the cool water supporting her lax body.
The last thought that occurred to her was simple: I feel sorry for the person who has caused this.