Never had her spirits soared so high or so long. The joy burned her soul like blue white fire and sent its flames searing through her limbs. Her mind, mortal thing that it was, could not comprehend the never ending climax. It just accepted. And swayed with the rhythm and the glory of the dance, as did her body. She knew them, her dancing partners. Lithe, graceful beings who welcomed her with unabashed glee and warmth. She was one of them, irrevocably joined in the chain of their motion. They seemed happier by her presence than they had before she came. She blossomed under that acceptance. They loved her. They wanted her. They cared not a whit about her shortcomings or her unfounded fears, or the regimen of morality and status that had been drilled into her since her conception. She was neither dominant or dominated here. Meek woman nor forceful man. She simply was. She sang with them and they praised the sound of her voice and the clarity of her soul.
