California - Desert dances
Lissar doesn't talk about it much, there isn't really any point when your beloved is four and a half times your size, but she loves to dance. Even the old, relatively stilted movements of the dances from her home world were something that she could get lost in once the music began. It was enough, especially with gloves, to keep her from realizing that she was touching another person and allowed her the freedom of her body.
But Lissar loves to dance, and in the darkness long before dawn strikes the desert she will sometimes pause her dogs and abandon herself to the rhythm of night sounds far out from the lights of the Autobase. She doesn't bring her iPod on those nights, just white clothing so that anyone from home who catches her knows that it is her.
She doesn't think about how she looks when she dances, she isn't self-conscious about early training and later trauma. Lissar simply moves with all the grace and joy in her and she looks like an embodied bit of moonlight flickering across the ground followed by a tumble of happy dogs who haven't a clue what their Person is doing, but are pleased to be with her.
But Lissar loves to dance, and in the darkness long before dawn strikes the desert she will sometimes pause her dogs and abandon herself to the rhythm of night sounds far out from the lights of the Autobase. She doesn't bring her iPod on those nights, just white clothing so that anyone from home who catches her knows that it is her.
She doesn't think about how she looks when she dances, she isn't self-conscious about early training and later trauma. Lissar simply moves with all the grace and joy in her and she looks like an embodied bit of moonlight flickering across the ground followed by a tumble of happy dogs who haven't a clue what their Person is doing, but are pleased to be with her.