NEW AGE ABRAXAS 2:23-30

Calamity was getting sick of these lessons. At least the first time they had gotten to design their sigils, but the content of the sermon had been a little... dry. She didn't buy into all of the "god" stuff, but she knew her mother would scold her if she tried to wriggle out of attending her father's meetings. She arrived a bit late, trailing behind Pesto. Her sister was so eager. For what? To sit and listen to their father drone on again?

Nonetheless, she settled quietly next to Pestilence, placing her head on her paws and staring up balefully and at their father. Maybe if he got caught up in speaking, she could sneak in a little nap.