Next New Age Abraxas 2:23-30

Modesty’s tail tapped against her fur as her mother spoke of meeting the gods. Now that was something to look forward to. When it came to asking questions though, the girl fell further into quiet contemplation. As much as she was curious, she was also careful with her words. She liked to have a well formed and thoroughly thought out opinion before voicing it. It did cause her frustration, and perhaps that was the festering of which her mother spoke, but perhaps if you weren’t blabbing all the time, people would give your words more thought? Maybe if they actually knew how to listen anyway.

Her mother’s words did leave her to consider though, if it was her duty to pass judgement and dole out punishments, then perhaps she should stop neglecting her other studies. She had been absent from more than her fair share of lessons in fighting and hunting, and if she was going to be the best representation of her lines that she could be, well, it would be a good idea to make sure she was capable of not getting her backside handed to her at the first opportunity.

Her first birthday was rapidly approaching, and while the others wanted to know the how, it was enough for her that it would happen in time. She knew there was a reason for the wait, otherwise her mother wouldn’t impose it, and that would be enough for her. Her mother’s words, while still an invitation to stay, made it seem as though the formal lesson was over, so Modesty unfolded her gangly legs and offered her mother a bow before moving to the door, wondering who the best person to approach for some fighting lessons might be.

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