Legends of Belariath

Pipistrelle

”Mama?”“Yes, baby?”“Can I be a dancer when I grow up?”“Oh honey... you can be whatever you want to be...”

“Papa?” “What is it, Pip?” “Mama says I can be a dancer when I grow up.” “Ahh, my little batling, you will be the most beautiful dancer there ever was...”

Those words, spoken some twenty years ago, still ring in her head from time to time. She had grown up in a loving household, with parents who cared for her with every fiber of their being. She danced when she was little too, deep in the mountain where they lived. As she got older, she danced in the fields outside, spinning in the flowers, and then later, she had danced in the night sky, riding the currents expertly, sometimes gliding on her back to gaze up at the starry sky, basking in the light of the moon. Her laughter filled the night, and the sheer elation of being alive poured from her, touching everyone around her. She had been the favorite of their particular little colony, no house ever shut to her. She went freely wherever she pleased, the only scolding being the amused shake of a head. Her little recitals were famous, and even the elderly came to see her dance, marveling at the grace and beauty of one so young. “She'll be the envy of every chirotess in the mountain, when she grows up,” they said. But the mountain was not enough for her; she wanted to travel, far and wide, to see what there was to see beyond the security of their hollowed out cities and dwellings. Her body had grown, ripening into a startling splendor, with full, large breasts, flat tummy, and a perfect swelling of hips. She had many suitors, and entertained them each briefly, learning at the age of eighteen, the pleasures of sex and freedom. Her sexuality was encouraged by her parents, who had many lovers themselves, wanting their only daughter to experience life to its fullest. With her body, her mind grew as well, a thirst for knowledge leading her to learn to read and write, both in the common and Chirot tongues. Smart and uncommonly beautiful - these were her tools, and she learned to use them both well. At nineteen, she began her soon-to-be career of erotic dancing, drawing audiences from other colonies and villages to come and see her. They simply couldn't get enough of the lithe curves and wanton way with which she flaunted them. Never shy, she danced nude, clothed, however she felt like it at the time, just for the sake of doing so...

Now at twenty three years of age, her dancing would lead her elsewhere, away from the mountain and its seclusion. She would come to discover The Lonely Inn, and with much delight, her feet carried her through those doors for the first time. This... this was what she was yearning for! A place where she could perform, for all to see, and a place where many races joined together to enjoy pleasure, pain, and everything in between. Oh! The joy! Laughter bubbled in her heart, bringing a smile to her lips. At long last, she felt the true potential she had been practicing and striving for all the years she had lived. With luck, she would find good purpose here, and by the grace of Sheara, she fully intended to use her talents to their fullest.

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