Crashing down

Faith would remember precious few of the moments between the start of her trip and the moment she'd awaken the next day, coming only in flashes during the long hard days of withdrawal that were sure to follow. But in this moment it was nearly blissful to follow the woman. Saved, she'd been saved. Abandoned no more. She was easily guided to the divot in the ground that would be their small nest for the night, she held none of the grace she once would have much too out of it for that. She wasn't too high that she couldn't register the feeling of the woman next to her, not even drugs could totally drown out just how much of a lesbian she was and despite herself, despite being like 80% sure the woman would prove herself to be one of her visions in due time, Faith felt heat flood her face. If this woman was real Faith was gonna have a hell of a time in the morning dealing with that.

Iele, Faith couldn't remember if any of her visions had ever given her a name before. A few had but it was rare enough that a sober Faith should have felt alarm bells ringing but hallucinations sometimes felt like they did those sorts of things too even if it was just her misremembering. Either way Faith hoped to remember that name for later, but she wasn't naive enough to think she would. "Faith." She responded, her voice high and reedy in a way it normally wasn't. "Once Faith Abraxas, now Fallen." In more ways than one. As she spoke Faith idly drew in a patch of dirt in front of her. It was a sigil, or more than that. Elements of her own sigil were there but it was bisected by another completely new sigil she'd never seen before. What compelled her to draw it she did not know but focusing on it seemed to help the roaring voices sound more distant, kept the ground from breaking apart in front of her or shifting to much before her eyes.

"Faith"