[ Keith came early to the council, in part because he wished to join the at the same time as his dear friend Shiro; in part that he could not sleep well even despite the legendary comfort of elvish beds. He watches as each new person enters the circle, eyes leery, almost distrustful of the new faces. At best, he gauges and mentally notes his trust levels based on how well each person is received by those he knows here; Shiro's opinion matters first most, then Corans, and lastly Allura's, who he has known the least of the three, but he can admit to himself that he was captured by her beauty and light at the ford where she saved him.
When the council settles, he listens, but doesn't move immediately when his name is called. HIs heart races unti he hears that soft voice from his friend: "Go on, Keith." So he stands, fingers fisted tight until he's at the pedestal between them all. From his neck, he draws a chain over his head and lays what hangs from it down on the granite. The ring of power.
He casts a brief look at Alfor as the group starts to murmur and finally returns to his seat, an empty burden weighing on his heart. ]
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When the council settles, he listens, but doesn't move immediately when his name is called. HIs heart races unti he hears that soft voice from his friend: "Go on, Keith." So he stands, fingers fisted tight until he's at the pedestal between them all. From his neck, he draws a chain over his head and lays what hangs from it down on the granite. The ring of power.
He casts a brief look at Alfor as the group starts to murmur and finally returns to his seat, an empty burden weighing on his heart. ]