Next New Age Abraxas 2:23-30

Despite it all, despite her instinct to keep everything tucked away Faith was glad for her brother. She leaned into his comfort for a moment before their mother spoke and she gave his shoulder a quick head bunt, a sign she appreciated his care. They were not like their cousins, who seemed to not know the weight they bore and lived a bit more care-free than Faith and her ilk, she would not trade her relationship with her siblings, closer with her brother than her sisters but she'd have fought tooth and nail for all of them if it was so asked of her.

But it would have been a lie to say that her mother's sermon helped to quell her anxieties... Rather quite the opposite. She had never considered that she could be something entirely apart from her divine kin, and that worry would slowly start to gnaw at her. Not that she doubted her mother's own divinity, simply a fear she may be apart from the bloodline for reasons out of her ken. That she was blessed with a luminescence she saw only in one of her other cousins did little to quell her fears. She only had that, nothing else, no tools to help her with the duty she bore. What if the demon in her blood was clever enough to know she needed to appear blessed to be accepted? Though she could not know it her mind was also wandering the same path as her brother's when the conversation turned to violence.

Despite her own worries she too had a reaction much like Modesty as her cousin broached the question of the validty of her mother's preachings... Faith stiffened, her face suddenly ridgid, the tiniest twitch of annoyance at her lips but otherwise suddenly diplomatically blank even if it was obviously unnaturally still.

"Speech"