Keisha is running late. It wasn't intentional, the girl hasn't quite learned how to get around her new home like the back of her hand yet and she made a wrong turn along the way. She moves up as quietly as she can to the gathering, keeping her staff from tapping on the ground so as not to draw attention away from what's going on. Her dreads are hanging free tonight, spilling over her shoulders down the back of the loose-fitting natural fiber dress that she's wearing. She kicked her sandals off back where she parked, far enough away so as not to make a mess of the air in this natural environment and her feet feel right at home against the earth.
She slips up to the group and comes to a stop next to Ursula and the other theurges, shutting her eyes and letting the song invade her senses. She feels the energy ebb and flow. She doesn't know the song but once she has a hang of it, she joins in. The feeling of connection is one that she welcomes.
She slips up to the group and comes to a stop next to Ursula and the other theurges, shutting her eyes and letting the song invade her senses. She feels the energy ebb and flow. She doesn't know the song but once she has a hang of it, she joins in. The feeling of connection is one that she welcomes.
"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."