Next New Age Abraxas 1:1-5

The girl gave her sketch one more look over before picking up her stick and transferring the design. She wasn't sure she was ready to talk about the meaning of it with the rest of her family, she wasn't even entirely sure what it did mean, just that it felt right. Once the sigil had been transferred to her satisfaction she took the orb to Obi and watched with interest as he applied the soot to stain it just has her mother had said he would, and she tried to nit wrinkle her nose as the ashes were sprinkled over her fur. It made her flanks ripple, like a blast of cold had swept down her spine, but it was done now. She smiled, taking her now very special rock with her back to her seat, very pleased with herself. There was still room for her sigil to grow, just as she still had much growing to do.

"speech".