07-18-2013, 05:09 PM
Keisha is present, of course. The Theurge hasn't yet missed a moot since arriving and she isn't about to start now of all times, when her future Alpha is acting as Caller of the Wyld.
The multi-cultural young woman shows up in advance, clothed in a simple forest-green dress and sandals. Her hair, as is typical for her appearance at such official gatherings, is pulled back from her shoulders and bound with a length of leather cord into a bundle of dreadlocks. The same aqua aura pendant from last month rests around her neck, and she is otherwise unadorned; her staff is freshly cleaned and cleansed, treated as if it is part of her body. For all intents and purposes, it might as well be.
She stands near Phoebe, and thus near Winona. They've already discussed packing and it's basically a foregone conclusion. Those she knows get warm smiles and waves; those she doesn't still get friendly nods of greeting. Winona, who she doesn't know yet but may well soon become her packmate, is greeted with enthusiasm.
When Phoebe opens the moot, Keisha of course gives it her full attention. Not just bodily and mentally, but spiritually as well. She opens up, revelling in the experience. The Fury's song stirs her, and she slips easily across the Gauntlet, taking the position designated for her. She is taken away by it, carried up in the experience and lost in her Alpha-to-be's song.
And when it's time, she slips up into Crinos. Her howl joins the cacophany of the others, many different voices uniting as one. As it should be.
The multi-cultural young woman shows up in advance, clothed in a simple forest-green dress and sandals. Her hair, as is typical for her appearance at such official gatherings, is pulled back from her shoulders and bound with a length of leather cord into a bundle of dreadlocks. The same aqua aura pendant from last month rests around her neck, and she is otherwise unadorned; her staff is freshly cleaned and cleansed, treated as if it is part of her body. For all intents and purposes, it might as well be.
She stands near Phoebe, and thus near Winona. They've already discussed packing and it's basically a foregone conclusion. Those she knows get warm smiles and waves; those she doesn't still get friendly nods of greeting. Winona, who she doesn't know yet but may well soon become her packmate, is greeted with enthusiasm.
When Phoebe opens the moot, Keisha of course gives it her full attention. Not just bodily and mentally, but spiritually as well. She opens up, revelling in the experience. The Fury's song stirs her, and she slips easily across the Gauntlet, taking the position designated for her. She is taken away by it, carried up in the experience and lost in her Alpha-to-be's song.
And when it's time, she slips up into Crinos. Her howl joins the cacophany of the others, many different voices uniting as one. As it should be.
"The anger of a good man is not a problem. Good men have too many rules."
"Good men don't need rules. And today's not the day to find out why I have so many."
"Good men don't need rules. And today's not the day to find out why I have so many."