01-07-2021, 08:34 PM
The information given is met with a slow blink and a small frown. It stings more than she expected to think of the child as a sister - all the more so because she takes her mother's words literally.
A ghost. Dead then, before she even got to live.
"Did you take care of it yourself or did you make him do it?" She asks, feigning a cool curiosity as her grey eyes lay intent upon Gospel. There's anger pooling in the pit of her stomach, a scaled and venomous thing much like she is, much like they both are. It is a poison that will spread through and consume her.
If she and Gravitas were a separate family and entity from their mother, their father was several more degrees removed. The only reason that Tirza wishes her path would cross with the necromancer's again is so she could steal pieces of his life for herself. Gospel had kept them alive as foals, it seemed appropriate that it would be his turn now that they were adults.
All the better that it would be without his consent.
Though she carried his stars on her points, it had been a comforting thought to see so many other decorated with such markings. If she wanted one, it would not be hard to believe her real father was any of them.
It was a fun fantasy, whenever she shifted from apathy to bitterness.
But now she just watches her mother, waiting.
T I R Z A
@[gospel]