07-05-2013, 06:16 PM
The Goddess Gallery is generally a great place to start when looking for Keisha. Odds are usually about 50/50 that you'll actually find her there at any particular point during the day; she works there after all and even hangs out when she's off shift sometimes. Today, however, is not one of those days and Phoebe finds instead Keisha's uncle. He's from the Caucasian side of the Gaian's mixed heritage and, with a round face, bald crown and beard, looks rather like Rob Reiner did during his <i>Sleepless in Seattle</i> supporting role days. He is very friendly with Phoebe, small talks with her and says that Keisha is not working today but she should be at home about now. Which is the address he gives Phoebe.
Keisha's home is an apartment near the campus of UC-Denver. Its location makes the complex very younger-skewed; many people living there are second-year (and up) students and the overall vibe is mellow. Keisha is on the bottom floor near the back of the complex. She answers the door when Phoebe shows up, smiling when she sees the other theurge. She is of course invited in to the place, which is a mix of what a normal twenty-something woman's aparment might look like with a zen-Wiccan philosophy. She lights some incense and asks if she can get the Fostern anything to drink, then invites her to sit and talk.
When Phoebe gets down to business, Keisha smiles. "Well, 'cause people keep having to go elsewhere." It's said with humor, but honesty. "I've had a couple situations that looked promising, but in both cases someone had to leave Denver for the foreseeable future. I'm interested in a pack certainly, it's just a matter of finding people, particularly ones that are okay packing with a pacifist. Which is about as easy as you might think."
There's no resentment in the statement; she totally understands why. "So yeah, that's basically the reason that I'm not packed yet."
Keisha's home is an apartment near the campus of UC-Denver. Its location makes the complex very younger-skewed; many people living there are second-year (and up) students and the overall vibe is mellow. Keisha is on the bottom floor near the back of the complex. She answers the door when Phoebe shows up, smiling when she sees the other theurge. She is of course invited in to the place, which is a mix of what a normal twenty-something woman's aparment might look like with a zen-Wiccan philosophy. She lights some incense and asks if she can get the Fostern anything to drink, then invites her to sit and talk.
When Phoebe gets down to business, Keisha smiles. "Well, 'cause people keep having to go elsewhere." It's said with humor, but honesty. "I've had a couple situations that looked promising, but in both cases someone had to leave Denver for the foreseeable future. I'm interested in a pack certainly, it's just a matter of finding people, particularly ones that are okay packing with a pacifist. Which is about as easy as you might think."
There's no resentment in the statement; she totally understands why. "So yeah, that's basically the reason that I'm not packed yet."
"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."