Lá Bealtaine [open thread, come one come all]

[Samael]

Sam asks her how the wine is, and she smiles a bit. "It's good. I have to admit than I was a bit skeptical; cinnamon is great in certain uses, but I tend to think it's best in really small doses. The cinnamon challenge is the perfect example of that. But I'll give my uncle credit, he did a great job with this."

She looks around a moment, fingers tapping on her leg. Keisha is a woman that does better with people she knows than people she doesn't. Maybe its a side effect from working with spirits; capricious as they may be, you know what you're dealing with based on who what kind of spirit it is. When she's presented with people she doesn't know she starts to talk to make up for potentially-awkward silences, even if they haven't happened yet. Case in point: Three...two...one...

"Have you been here a year or two like your brother said?" She looks back at Sam with a smile. "I'm new myself...just a couple of weeks. I've been busy settling in...I've registered for a couple university classes. I'm from Portland out west before that. Decided to head out away from the nest...find my own path, you know?"