Next New Age Abraxas 2:23-30

It was still cold, and so Modesty hadn’t wandered far from the bamboo shrine. She had settled close enough to keep an eye on the entrance, but far enough away that the others wouldn’t trip over her when her mother decided to call them. She had taken out her sigil, casually passing it from one paw to the other, her eyes tracing the carving as it passed in front of her, back and forth. It still didn’t feel quite right. It was close, but it wasn’t perfect. She knew it would be revisited when she was older, added to, but she really wanted to figure out what was missing right now!

She stopped her fidgeting when the summons came, watching as each of the others entered before her. She took a few more even breaths before pushing up from her reclined position, shaking any lingering snow from her coat before following the others in. Modesty settled herself on the furs next to her brother, picking up a piece of the supplied jerky and waiting quietly for the lesson to begin.

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