Tirza’s dark grey eyes roll at the answer she’s given, and she’s not sure why she had been expecting anything else. These last few years had hardly been brimming with attention from Gospel - and for the most part Tirza hadn’t noticed. Sometimes it bothered her but those feelings were easy to squash as they are now.
Her life hadn’t exactly amounted to much yet - but she didn’t mind. She and her brother had the rest of time to do whatever they wanted. She’d steal days and years and decades for as long as they wished it. These last few years were barely a drop in the ocean of all that they could achieve.
But she does not share her aspirations with her mother, she knows there’s no point. Any disappointment she feels dissipates before it can register on her scaled face.
The comments about her sister now being in the present tense are confusing, but Tirza expects asking for answers will be more annoying than it’s worth.
So she dismisses the response she’s given with an “Oh well, that’s fine.” And then - because there’s nothing else to say Tirza begins to move on, as though this little mother-daughter chat had been just a mild interruption in her day. Like having to step around a tree that had fallen across a trail.
“Keep up the great work as always, Gospel.”
@[gospel]