Dance of the D'raa Lithe

This piece is for a trade with my best friend, Helix :3  Based entirely off of their sketch here:
helixabyss.deviantart.com/art/…
I DREW THIS WITH PERMISSION.  DO NOT JUST DOOBLIEDOO AS YOU WISH WITHOUT ASKIN' DA HELIX. kthanxbai.

INSPIRATIONAL MUSIC: www.youtube.com/watch?v=CBy936…

Also, this mini story poem thingy came to my mind as I drew:

The only thing I can remember clearly is the smell of balsa wood and patchouli strong in my nose...and that they were dancing.  I recall asking many questions, all of them irrelevant to our meeting, but I was curious.  I needed to know.  When faced with what man likes to call a god, you suddenly want to know everything, and the burning desire to know more and more just makes you continuously ask "Why?"  All my questions were answered in riddles, riddles I lose sleep over at night and will likely never be able to solve.  And that voice...it was like hearing bells silently ring, so soft yet so loud.  I can't quite place what they were even now, but I could have listened to them speak forever.

Our entire meeting, they danced, danced in a way that flowed like leaves shivering in the breeze.  I couldn't believe all the movements were even possible; it was like watching a contortionist, the way they flicked their wrists and swiveled on the balls of their feet... Their bones weren't meant for bodies like ours, and their form seemed naturally unnatural as they spun and turned and shifted to the sound of music I seem to always have in the back of my head but could never imitate.  I felt like we were everywhere and no where at the same time, everywhere from the heart of New York City to the Shinto Shrines in Japan to the middle-of-no-where Africa.