The Sentinels circle of perversion

"Once upon a time, in the far North - where trees don't grow, where there are ice hills and snow-filled valleys, were the year is split between neverending daylight for the first half and near-darkness for the other, where hardly any living soul dares to set foot and only toughest survive... there lived spirits. Roaming free, careless and only visible on clear, cold winter nights joining in a colorful, soundless dance, having the dark sky as their background and stars and moon as their only audience. Beautiful, fleeting things, enjoying their freedom and leading their immortal lives without any worries. 

And among them lived a spirit that was no different from the others, yet... when one night the Northern wind, strong and fearless, caught it's tail and stripped it away from his brothers and sisters, he became special. In that he found a place in a story that would be told and retold in the years to come," Osprey took a pause after the lengthy intro and cast a quick glance at Lasher to see, how he had found the story so far. She felt that she was a little more detail-focused than usual and hoped that, while painting the background, she had not lost his interest. And it would not be Osprey, if she didn't want her audience to join in weaving the story. Therefore she asked, smiling and encouraging: "Can you tell, where was the spirit from the far North taken?"