Next New Age Abraxas 1:1-5

Modesty only allowed herself to focus on her mother. There would be time to play with her siblings and cousins once their sermon was done, but she knew better than to worry about anything else at this moment in time. Making a sigil sounded like very serious stuff, and the young girl stared blankly at the materials before her for several minutes before blinking in rapid succession. Now was no time to freeze, she had to breathe deeply and open herself to her ancestors wisdom, she guessed? She still wasn’t very good at that and quite easily distracted.
Eyeing the sharpened stick with some confusion, she first began scratching in the dirt with her claw. The lines were simple enough. If it was a mark to be left on the world, what was to say it wouldn’t need to be left in haste? When she was comfortable with what she had drawn, she moved to pick up her stick. It wasn’t complete, but that was ok. She still had a lot of learning and growing to go.

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