ready to run

Faith wasn't really sure what was going to happen, she could feel her family spreading thin, splintering apart in ways she couldn't seem to understand. The long night had taken a toll on most of them but when she sought comfort from her brother he seemed... Distant, like he was thinking of things a million miles away from the rest of them. Faith was anxious, it was something she'd become in the time since they'd been removed from the shrine when she'd learned that blood was not strong enough to hold a family together. The name they'd taken for themselves, it rankled and carried a weight that calling herself Abraxas never had. All Faith wanted was peace, was time to spend worshiping and listening and seeing the signs and to not have to worry that at any moment someone she cared about might disappear from her life.

She wanted a break, she wanted to breathe. The sun had removed all signs of her sickness but sometimes she still felt that strange pull at the back of her mind. Once the faint blue glow that literally emanated from her had been a symbol of pride, of god's blessing upon her, but now she couldn't help but wonder if she'd always been closer to the creeping darkness that had seized Boreas. The crystals had glowed as she did, the constant light she shed had pulsed when around them...

Faith shook her head, attempting to dislodge her concerns. The warmth of the sun had healed them and she was greateful, and now she just wanted to bask in it's dying glow and maybe find some useful plants or something, take them back and see if Obi knew what they did. She wasn't sure. But she certainly wasn't prepared for the racing form of another young woman to catch her gaze, her breath hitching as she stood, stock still and watched. Brain frozen.

"Faith"