08-21-2013, 12:06 PM
Keisha was also planning on offering a public plea for forgiveness in the wake of the Cold Crescent incident. She hasn't talked about it and has spent so much time alongside the other Theurges cleansing that many may not have noticed, but it would not be difficult for her packsisters to pick up on the crushing amount of guilt she bears over the death of the Guardians of Cold Crescent. For someone who is so dedicated to the importance of life to cause (even inadvertantly) so much death is the thing of nightmares. It was also not lost on her that all three of them, those who had brought Champion of Honor home, were present to see the horrors unfold.
Some might call that chance. Keisha knows fate when she sees it. It was either karma showing them the follow of their actions, or it was the Wyrm making sure they knew what they had wrought.
Her eyes squeeze shut when Ingrid speaks her first sentence. Before the Shadow Lord has finished with the second, Still Waters has stepped out of the crowd, away from her fellow Desert Oracles, and come to stand shoulder to shoulder with Ingrid. The Theurge is notable for having a tendency to trip over her words when she's uncomfortable or nervous; many have seen it before. So instead of turning the act into some kind of comedy of errors, she stays silent and lets Ingrid speak for them both. Two things are clear by her posture, the downward cast of her eyes and the nods she gives a couple times. First is that she shares almost every sentiment that Ingrid speaks. The second is that the only one she doesn't share is the fact that she doesn't wonder. She knows.
Keisha, also, does not know the Rite of Contrition. So she follows Ingrid's lead, slipping to her knees, head lowered. She is perhaps a little slower to rise, if only because she is tired, and then she makes her way back to her packsisters.
Once there, she sits back down and nods a little as Phoebe speaks, her Alpha's words bringing her out of her own thoughts a bit. She smiles then, if very faintly, and leans slightly against the Fury for just a moment when she sits back down with them. A new place to start. That's good.
Some might call that chance. Keisha knows fate when she sees it. It was either karma showing them the follow of their actions, or it was the Wyrm making sure they knew what they had wrought.
Her eyes squeeze shut when Ingrid speaks her first sentence. Before the Shadow Lord has finished with the second, Still Waters has stepped out of the crowd, away from her fellow Desert Oracles, and come to stand shoulder to shoulder with Ingrid. The Theurge is notable for having a tendency to trip over her words when she's uncomfortable or nervous; many have seen it before. So instead of turning the act into some kind of comedy of errors, she stays silent and lets Ingrid speak for them both. Two things are clear by her posture, the downward cast of her eyes and the nods she gives a couple times. First is that she shares almost every sentiment that Ingrid speaks. The second is that the only one she doesn't share is the fact that she doesn't wonder. She knows.
Keisha, also, does not know the Rite of Contrition. So she follows Ingrid's lead, slipping to her knees, head lowered. She is perhaps a little slower to rise, if only because she is tired, and then she makes her way back to her packsisters.
Once there, she sits back down and nods a little as Phoebe speaks, her Alpha's words bringing her out of her own thoughts a bit. She smiles then, if very faintly, and leans slightly against the Fury for just a moment when she sits back down with them. A new place to start. That's good.
"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."