#kebhime

[norse-nowhere-man]

Bali Shows Keb His Family Tree

Ahh, there's me and little Nep, so I think this would be around '75?

Oho, big sister Freyn. She had the most beautiful singing voice. She gave up a lot of her magic to save Neptha's life, once. I still owe her my life. But she won't take any favours! 

*laughs* I remember this one. That's Thor when he was younger. His first time wearing Midgardian clothes. As you can see, he wasn't to happy.

This one is of Arienh's mother when she was Ari's age. Sigyn was a lot like you, actually. Charming, witty, and she was the most adorable little girl. I'm still very fond of her, she was my second magic student after you. *sighs* I just hope Loki will be able to find her again.

This one's of dad. He was a lot different back then, let his hair grow long, loved the animals, I guess that's where I get it from. 

And there she is... Sif. I wish I could go back to that day and save her. Keep her from going so terribly. 

Here's another of Sif. Rang true to the name Lorena, she did. 

I think this is the most recent picture I have of Neptha. He's a bit younger than he looks, three years younger than Loki in human years. 

[brookkeb]

Keb was smiling when she stepped through the doors of the library, the thin cloth bag over her shoulder straining at the seams from the weight of the books she was bringing back, most of them on the subject of Norse gods. She’d read through all of them over the past few days, despite the other events that had occurred. But her motives for coming were more than simply to return the books; she had to thank Belle for helping her decide what to do.

She danced over to the desk and set her bag down on it, fiddling with her engagement ring as she waited quietly.

[thestorybrookelibrarian]

Belle had been busying herself in the back shelves, organizing, and making room for the new books that were supposed to be arriving soon. That was, until she hear the door open, and quick and light footsteps come into the room. Peaking around the shelf to see who it was, a small smile can to her lips, as she noted that it was Keb. She'd been in, in search of answers. While Belle hadn't gotten a direct reason behind the questions, she had a feeling that whatever she was looking for was just in the grasps of being found, when she had walked out the door that day with her borrowed books. Even despite her views on Rumple, Belle wanted Keb to find whatever it was that would bring her happiness. 

Setting down the book on the shelf she was at, Belle made her way towards the desk that Keb was waiting at. Offering her a warm smile in greeting, "Welcome back." She said, glancing at all the books she brought back to return. 

[the-frost-princess-blog]

Star Signs || Keb and Arienh

Her pen was flying faster than most everyone’s, like it always had. A peaceful morning at last on the school grounds, Arienh didn’t even know what most of she was writing was. Though she focused on it just as hard as her brother Vali had focused on enacting revenge for his sister. It had always struck her as odd that he would have taken such an act, but maybe he had heard the future. Arienh let out a little cough onto her sleeve — there was a tickle in her throat, nothing unusual. She reached down to the side of her leg and ran her fingers over it, gasping in pain when pressure landed on a patch of bruises. The girl hadn’t noticed them there before, but figured it was just one of those days. Earlier this morning she had been shoved into the wall and his her leg on a desk, but that wouldn’t have caused anything this bad. A bit worried at first, Ari just pulled her backpack to her side and tried to hide the blue and brown marks from the ohers. She coughed again, this time without her sleeve. Crimson red spots appeared on the paper and at first she didn’t know what they were. But then she remembered; human blood didn’t stay blue like Jötunn blood did. It turned red once it hit oxygen and carbon molecules. More wary now than she was, Arienh felt a dampness in her nose and brought the side of her index finger right underneath it. When she pulled back her hand, a stream of blood had been where she had touched. Arienh’s pen rolled onto the floor as she set it down and looked around the room. She knew what was happening, her uncle being the finest healer in all of the nine realms. Luckily Zack had been turning around to check on her every few seconds. With silver tears in her frosty, pleading eyes, Arienh mouthed the word, “Please,” and that was all it took to get Zack up and bolting towards the principal’s office where their teacher had been. Prudence, the demigod that had helped Arienh remove the Jötunn DNA from Baldr’s, stood and approached a now fatigued Arienh, speaking in the beautiful Vanir language and bending over the bleeding girl to staunch the flow of crimson. Once the Bonham boy arrived with Miss Ball, Arienh’s weak eyes turned towards her and she whispered, “Heja ma.” If she knew correctly, the Aesir training that Loki was giving to Keb had gotten far enough so she could understand the words, “Help me.”

[brookkeb]

Even in the shade of the green woods, the day was stiflingly hot as Keb led Bali and Aurora to the well. It had always been one of her favorite spots, not far from the ledge where she and Bali had first watched the sunset together. Now, however, she was going there with a determined purpose: She was going to attempt to make a portal. She remembered all the things she'd been taught--the theory behind how a mage with the ability could create a portal--but she'd only succeeded once, and it had been a small portal to an unknown destination. It had also been a hundred years ago, in another world. Still, if she could do it once, she was sure it could be done again; she'd just have to channel the experience of that time to this one.

But she wasn't taking any chances; she wanted Bali where she could see him and make sure he was safe, and she wanted Aurora to help keep things in check. Besides, Mulan's location was probably the easiest to discern, since Aurora had been with her only recently; Phillip's soul could be anywhere, perhaps in a realm quite hostile to them, while she genuinely had no idea where her siblings might be. 

The well stood silently on the top of the hill, and as usual there was no one around. That was one of the reasons she'd chosen the location. Another was in its inscribed legend, that it had the power to return what had been lost. The last was a sense that this was a place of magic, and she could use all the help she could get. 

Keb leaned over the edge of the well and peered into the dark water below. She drew a bucketful and turned to her companions. "A drink for luck, first?" she asked them. It was clear that she was nervous; her hand shook as she dipped it into the bucket herself.

[the-frost-princess-blog]

Playing With Fire || Arienh & Keb

Arienh looked out the window at the blue skies that overlooked Storybrooke Middle School. They reminded her of her homeland, the ocean realm of Vanaheim. Where her mother was born, where she was raised, and where she was captured from to be put in isolation at the young age of nine. Her mind had drifted off many a time that day, and she pulled herself back into reality with the paper she had been writing, titled "Zimmerman", because each of the students had to write a report on someone famous, or not for that matter, who had influenced their life greatly. Ari had chosen to do her report on Bob Dylan, one of her uncle's best friends. He also happened to be her godfather.

The ballpoint pen she was using was flying across the paper as though it was running away from something. But what? Her past? Her future? Perhaps. Writing was one of the only things that kept the half Vanir, half Aesir princess in line, other than photography or music. He is known as one of the greatest poets the world has ever known, and his message can still be understood without the notes that make it what it is. He has knocked on the doors of heaven, seen the times a-change, and has been forever young. George Zimmerman, his name is, but they call him Bob Dylan. Singer of the Traveling Wilburys, friend of mine, poet, her paper read.

Suddenly, her black pen still dancing its way down the page, it caught fire. A smokeless fire, but it smelled sweet, like burning wood. This wasn't anything unusual, but it had never happened in school before. "Oh, damn," she muttered under her breath, trying to staunch the flames with her icy fingers. Looking up to see if anyone had caught her, he saw a couple of faces turned her way. Some of them were disgusted, others sympathetic, still others confused. And one of them was her teacher's.

[norse-nowhere-man]

Let's Step Away For a While || Bali and Keb

Bali Odinson pulled his 1969 Karmann Ghia up to the curb of Storybrooke Middle School and parked it, pulling out the key and getting out of the car. The top was down, and Carnagar was in the back, sleeping. Bali grinned and moved to the front of the car, leaning on the hood. It was three fifty-one, nine minutes before school was out. Keb would be out any minute. Today he was going to take her to his estate on the town line and show her his gardens. 

Fiddling with the camera around his neck, Bali leaned down against the car and took a photo of the sleeping teenage lion. He was large on the back seat, and his paws and tail were lapped over the edge. His ears twitched slightly. Bali thought he must have been dreaming of something. Turning around, he walked up to a tree and took a couple of pictures of the leaves and small spring flowers. 

"Words are filling up like endless rain into a paper cup, they slither while they pass, they slip away, across the universe," he sang in a murmur, pulling his cavern bass guitar out of the convertible. He started hitting random notes, then began practicing the song he had been writing for Keb. At the soft, grungy noise, Carnagar woke up and climbed into the front, leaping gracefully over the windshield. "Hey, bud," Bali said, quietly slipping the animal's leash onto his collar. Carnagar didn't usually like it when he was restrained on the rope.

Finally the school bell rang.  It seemed as though there was a jailbreak surging through the school. Waves of students flowed out in groups. First, the preppy ones, then the creepy goths or whatever you wanted to call them, then the nerds, and finally the old-time rockers. Arienh was in that group, Bali noticed with a smile. Luckily she didn't realize he was there, or else she would have asked him to take her home. 

When Keb came out, she was wearing the dress he had given her. The same one she wore on their first date about a week ago. Her hair was caught in the breeze as she stopped to talk to another teacher. When she said goodbye and headed toward her car, Bali leaned over his own car and beeped the horn, trading his bass guitar for a single white lily that lay in the passenger seat. He held the flower in front of himself and smiled down at Carnagar. 

[brookkeb]

Welcome to Storybrooke AU (please come play with me?)

Brook Ball took a stack of grading to her favorite booth at Granny's. It was away from the distractions of her apartment, so it was a good place to bleed out some red ink on the pages her students had turned in that morning. She felt a little guilty about taking up a whole booth, but she always tried to tip well when she did this. She started reading the first essay--"In this world in which we live today..." it began, and she sighed. Really? Did they all have to start that way? She glanced up at the other people in the diner, already eager for some distraction from her task.