03-24-2024, 11:20 PM
She is, indeed, imagining someone that looks like her sisters and her - there’s no other frame of reference for her when it comes to relatives that aren’t her parents. But there’s already a white, grey, and black one of them. So maybe… maybe this new sister is purple.
Maurtia would love to have a purple sister.
She’s about to tell her father this when he continues speaking instead. Some of her excitement deflates, but not much of it - there’s so much inside of her, after all. She could let a little bit go without missing a whole lot of it.
“Miseria.” Maurtia repeats, like she’s repeating the punchline to a particularly unfunny joke and her face sours at the taste of it. She doesn’t comment on the name audibly but the flat gaze of her white eyes lets her father know what she thinks of it all the same.
Still, that moment of being unimpressed doesn’t last for long. A purple sister, who is also a thing of death? There’s really only one other thing to ask and she does so with obvious excitement - “Can I meet her?”
Maurtia would love to have a purple sister.
She’s about to tell her father this when he continues speaking instead. Some of her excitement deflates, but not much of it - there’s so much inside of her, after all. She could let a little bit go without missing a whole lot of it.
“Miseria.” Maurtia repeats, like she’s repeating the punchline to a particularly unfunny joke and her face sours at the taste of it. She doesn’t comment on the name audibly but the flat gaze of her white eyes lets her father know what she thinks of it all the same.
Still, that moment of being unimpressed doesn’t last for long. A purple sister, who is also a thing of death? There’s really only one other thing to ask and she does so with obvious excitement - “Can I meet her?”
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jamie