10-21-2016, 08:43 AM
Keogh has no sins to her name, except maybe the sin of not living up to her potential - whatever that may be.
She comes late to the aftermath of all that had befallen them before: a mountain thrust up, the very earth changed forever, and her ability to levitate is just not there. Keogh has reached for it - can still feel it deep inside her, like maybe her heart still floats separate from everything in her breast, but she cannot float above the earth like a flightless bird.
At first it had frightened her that she could not command her own muscles to move as they ought to, then she grew accustomed to the feel of the earth hardpacked and heavily traveled under her feet. Keogh was not surprised to stumble upon the realization that she did not miss this intrinsic part of her nature as much as she thought she would. (Her cells had taken on a little less magic and a little more normalcy and that alone, thrilled her!) She had never really forgotten how to just stand still in one place for moments on end, but she had always found herself inevitably levitating off the ground much to her chagrin. It was nearly uncontrollable and now, tamped tightly down inside of her like a dim ghost of herself, she felt a new kind of freedom that ran straight to her lovely little head.
Keogh bucked and galloped her way across the trails; her blood sang rife with freedom from the Mountain’s blessing for how could she look at it as anything but that? She had always thought her levitation a bane, if only because it happened and she could hardly will it not to. But now, she is just an ordinary mare like all the rest of them and she has never felt happier than in that moment in which she shuns her bloodright and gift, and takes a deep happy breath of air. She was just about to meander along, enjoying the meadow’s comforts when a stallion raced by, hellbent for leather and looking like the devil was after him. It struck her as odd but hey, they all have their own personal demons that they could not escape.
Keogh knew though, what it was like to run fast and far until your sides heaved and every gasping breath sucked into your lungs stung the hell out of them like a thousand angry bees. Now, she was curious as he stood there eyes wild and white, blowing out every hard breath from his run, and she looks him over with kind, concerned eyes. “Are you alright?” she asks him, unafraid of the wild look of him (or if anything, drawn in further by it).
ooc: you are so tempting with magnus offer again this season. if there's time, i might take you up on mag-baby with keogh here? or chinook as originally planned but chinook doesn't want to come out and play lol.
She comes late to the aftermath of all that had befallen them before: a mountain thrust up, the very earth changed forever, and her ability to levitate is just not there. Keogh has reached for it - can still feel it deep inside her, like maybe her heart still floats separate from everything in her breast, but she cannot float above the earth like a flightless bird.
At first it had frightened her that she could not command her own muscles to move as they ought to, then she grew accustomed to the feel of the earth hardpacked and heavily traveled under her feet. Keogh was not surprised to stumble upon the realization that she did not miss this intrinsic part of her nature as much as she thought she would. (Her cells had taken on a little less magic and a little more normalcy and that alone, thrilled her!) She had never really forgotten how to just stand still in one place for moments on end, but she had always found herself inevitably levitating off the ground much to her chagrin. It was nearly uncontrollable and now, tamped tightly down inside of her like a dim ghost of herself, she felt a new kind of freedom that ran straight to her lovely little head.
Keogh bucked and galloped her way across the trails; her blood sang rife with freedom from the Mountain’s blessing for how could she look at it as anything but that? She had always thought her levitation a bane, if only because it happened and she could hardly will it not to. But now, she is just an ordinary mare like all the rest of them and she has never felt happier than in that moment in which she shuns her bloodright and gift, and takes a deep happy breath of air. She was just about to meander along, enjoying the meadow’s comforts when a stallion raced by, hellbent for leather and looking like the devil was after him. It struck her as odd but hey, they all have their own personal demons that they could not escape.
Keogh knew though, what it was like to run fast and far until your sides heaved and every gasping breath sucked into your lungs stung the hell out of them like a thousand angry bees. Now, she was curious as he stood there eyes wild and white, blowing out every hard breath from his run, and she looks him over with kind, concerned eyes. “Are you alright?” she asks him, unafraid of the wild look of him (or if anything, drawn in further by it).
ooc: you are so tempting with magnus offer again this season. if there's time, i might take you up on mag-baby with keogh here? or chinook as originally planned but chinook doesn't want to come out and play lol.