One could almost be mistaken into thinking it was a solitary dance, a lone child's movements. But she moved as though with an invisible partner, leaving space at her side for another to join. Another who knew the steps, or could learn. For now the mists themselves were her partner, a lively imagination giving the incorporeal a form that complimented her. Brief moments of enthusiasm and spreading warmth lit the dim gray darkness with the light and heat of fire woven into the form of dragons that flitted through the air for mere heartbeats before fading. Their glow cast strange shadows through the mist, sent peculiar ripples of color and light over the fine scales that covered the lass's back, reflecting off the miniscule droplets of moisture that collected there and upon her wings for just a whisper of time before her movements cast the dewdrops sliding, tickling, over her skin and into the air.
((Yes! Writing again, thanks to this idea for a thread. Just warning people that I will be slow in responding, due to work.))