‘Your sister is a ghost’, Gospel had said - and Tirza thought that meant she had killed the child, or that it had died soon after being born. The womb of their mother was hardly a nurturing place, the creature that claimed to be their father dealt with dead things. It had taken no effort on Tirza’s part to believe she would never get the chance to meet her sister.
But she looks at this younger girl after blinking her eyes from infrared to her normal vision, and now it takes no effort to believe this is that sister.
Perhaps it is a coincidence, but it does not seem likely that there is another fanged ghost girl with swirling galaxy markings. One who knew someone that looked like Tirza.
Another viper, one that had abandoned her daughter rather than care for the being she had brought into the world. None of them had asked to be born, certainly had not asked to be born into the family they had been. There is not much love in Tirza’s venomous heart but even she aches for this child.
Tirza doesn’t smile, but when she stops to face the ghost there is something soft about her dark grey eyes. “You’re right, she’s not as pretty as me. And she's definitely not as pretty as you.” The words are clipped, factual, (she has no practice giving compliments) but they hold no venom as she allows herself to observe the girl with curiosity that, at least, feels a little better than her usual indifference. “I’m Tirza, your sister.” This is also stated in that can-only-be-true voice, even though she only has her own speculation.
There's enough about this girl that is echoed in Tirza that they could be sisters, by blood or otherwise.
@[spectra]
@[The Monsters] hi hello let's try this again with her equus viperous please!