Lowering her head, she let out a high-pitched, eerie scream of triumph. Her large green eyes remained fixed and trance-like. The wind began to rise, dark storm clouds rolling across the loch in the distance. Unease rippled through the crowd, a few individuals retreating from the edge. Geillis started spinning, her hair whipping around her in the gusts of wind. Her hand rose gracefully overhead, reminiscent of a maypole dancer.