Legends of Belariath
Makenna
She came to be in a gypsy bands bonfire, called to awakening with the music and revelry that the band often partook in when resting at night after a long day of journeying and entertaining. This night, Beltaine, the Gypsies were celebrating a wedding, a joining of two families extending the current ones.
Without thought the small one started to dance among the flames her naked body engulfed and caressed with the heat of the fires. Wings beat as she danced stirring the flames until she was spotted unknowingly.
The head of the band saw the little Bisque fae and saw great rewards at capturing such an elusive creature and adding her to their draw. Gold gleamed in his eyes as he reached for a bucket of water, his musicians signaled to continue playing to keep the innocent nature spirit dancing. Without warning he threw the full bucket of water onto the slight form and the flames surrounding her. She collapsed in surprise and weakness from the attack. Without hesitation the King gypsy snatched her from the wet ashes and tossed her into a large glass container with a lid. Holes were pierced into the top to let her breathe but she could not grow to her larger form in the tight confines.
So started her captivity with the Gypsy Band. She knew not what to do, the sweet innocent who had just come to be. Her life became the glass container kept from the warmth of the flames until she was called to dance, then they would release her to the fire to dance a chain around her waist magically charmed to help keep her in her smaller form and keep her from escaping. They made delicate outfits for her, charmed against total destruction in the flames. Oh the band became very rich indeed with the captive fire dancer. And she remained innocent in all ways, for none in the band wanted to be cursed with constantly desiring the girl more then they already did when she danced. She would hear the sounds of the joining bodies and occasionally the silk covering her prison would shift and she could watch the moving bodies as they cried out in their carnal delights. That was her sexual education, their joy and pleasure stirred a need within her, to know it to experience it someday.
For many years the Bisque was kept with them and while they aged she did not. They gave her a special pipe, like two flutes connected at the apex for her to hold and play, widening the range of sound she could drift out to the audiences.
One day they were traveling down a road going to the next town they wished to fleece of their monies, willing or unwilling, one of the children had shifted the little Fae's jar to the back so she could soak up some of the sun. It was cold, the land they journeyed through caught in the throes of winter. A harsh refrozen trail bounced and jouseled the wagon and the little one was sent flying and rolling out of the wagon and into a snowbank where she lay captured in glass to be found. Her spirit worn from the deep cold before too long.
The Bisque curled in her jar in misery, barely conscious as the cold sapped what little enegry she was able to regain from the sun earlier. Then she was startled awake as something kicked the jar and sent it flying, tumbling her once again. It was all she could do to protect her wings and body. A male found her opening the jar and sliding her chilled body into his hand. With barely a word A magic doored showed up and they were suddenly in a building and even better there was a fire, blazing into the cold night. The heat brought life back into her. His first words didn't make sense at first but slowly they started to, and then she found she could speak also. So many years of silence unleashed.
With a promise of her own fire and permission to burn it all the time if she wished as long as she didn't burn the house. Her joy at such a promise though she was leary brought about another change. The bisque learned for the first time that she had another form. Suddenly she wasn't looking up at the male from her 18" life long height, now she had magically shifted to 4'10" of womanliness. Soon she was introduced to her first sexual encounter with a male.
She worried daily the gypsies would find her gone and come to recapture her, the Mage, was named Aramis but quickly trained her to call him Master, said with her taking his collar none could take her from him and her special fire. Once she proved she could be obedient and listen to what he said they made it official. He encouraged her to go out and find some of her own interests to fill her room with, and to meet friends. Once an initial introduction to the inn was done she returned often. Hiding up in the rafters always carefully looking out for the Gypsies. Her collection of Torian feathers started the friendships, combined with the self proclaimed guardian of the little ones, Alta The Angel of Bronze, the bisque grew more confident and quickly made many friends. Some to become intimate, others just to share conversation and learning. For the bisque wanted one thing in the beginning...To be able to create her own fire so no one could ever keep her from it again.
So began her true journey, Master called away on business, she still had her friends and teachers and various places she could call home. The Bisque content as she walked the path of knowledge. Not just magical, but of books and life. The quiet observer and sometimes participant.