Next New Age Abraxas 2:23-30

Modesty spared a small smile for her siblings, happy to be a steadying force for Pontifex and maybe even a distraction, or wall, for those who might seek to look upon Faith (though they were much of a size and her sister had lovely luminous fur, neither herself, nor Pontifex were making any attempt to appear smaller than they were). Much like her brother, Modesty’s mind was already planning to find her sister some time after the sermon to see what had her so upset. The girl had been very much caught up in herself for most of her youth, happy to provide her own entertainment, but if it had come at the cost of closeness with her siblings, she wasn’t quite sure she would ever forgive herself.

Eyes turned towards her mother as she began her sermon, grateful for the clarification. She would be lying if she didn’t say this was something that had already crossed her mind. What about those who dwelled among them that weren’t of God’s blood? Clearly something could be done, or Obi wouldn’t be one of them. But how had it happened? Was there a ceremony? A ritual? Or was their love enough to save wayward souls?

Before she could thoughtfully formulate her question, her cousin spoke, and the question caused Modesty’s eyes to open just a little wider, her shoulder going stiff against her brother’s side. Though she managed to keep her ears in their same attentive position and quickly right her facial expression, the tension in her body remained. It was a question she would have never thought to, dared to ask, and she found herself almost holding her breath, awaiting her mothers answer. Even if she wasn’t sure there was ever a question there to begin with.

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