Next New Age Abraxas 1:1-5

Faith was not usually one to arrive so late, at least not compared to others. She often felt her own enthusiasm for her mother's teaching were matched only in her brother. Her other sisters had been even more distant from them as of late and even Pontifex had taken to wandering further and further. Which often left Faith alone with her thoughts... which usually meant alone with the visions that danced before her eyes or whispered in her ears... Something she had yet to truly come to understand and even tried to ignore as much as possible. It was becoming a problem though and she knew she'd need to reach out to her mother soon enough, seek guidance from her though the thought of it put a deep fear into her, what if she was wrong in some way? Rejected by god? Who would she even be if that was true? It made her afraid. But she wouldn't miss a sermon over something as trivial as a mortal fear. Until such time as she was proven otherwise she was still Abraxas, still divine in her own right. That didn't mean the fear wasn't affecting her, her initial steps hesitant until she finally managed to force her limbs to move and she slipped easily into the confidence and proper stances as she'd been taught by her mother.

She arrived at the gathering with her head held high and her steps deliberate, she was going to pass in front of her aunt but stopped first, to offer Venom a deep dip of her head, tilting her chest forward slightly into a bow and rose with her gaze stuck on her aunt until she returned to her full height, then they flicked curiously to the man at her side, whom she remembered from their anointment, and if her mother were to be believed the man was her uncle, though she knew him even less than her empress. Still, he was of the blood and so she recognized him as equally divine and he would be greeted with a respectful tip of her head, before she moved down the line, a slight smile pulling at her lips as she drew before her brother, passing one of the new princelings on the way who was given his own respectful nod. But for Pontifex her decorum slid slightly, though she was never too improper her brother would be greeted with a smile and she'd gently reach out to place a forepaw on the end of his muzzle if he'd let her, a little playful and friendly boop but otherwise she'd not let her fondness for him show too much before moving on, deciding to settle herself on the other side of one of the princesses, the one with the red marked eyes, each of them offered their own nod of acknowledgment.

Faith settled onto her fur, arranging her paws and draping her tail over them before she leaned slightly over to her cousins. Her voice was soft, not loud enough to draw too much attention but friendly enough to introduce herself to the fellow godlings.