Whitefish River ambition

Yeah, makes sense, Spica said, who had an equal sort of attachment to Hieronymos. They hadn't really interacted on a personal level much, but, you know, he arranged shit, she supposed. Anyway, he was gone for now, and that left the question of the open leadership spot. Did she want it for herself? Well, she wasn't too sure, because that sounded like pretty hard work. But on the other hand... How hard could it be? She could totally make some improvements around here. And imagine the respect she would command!

Torn between totally becoming Kaistleoki's next rock star and totally staying off grid in enjoying life, being lazy and moping over baby siblings-town Spica pondered. Hmm... What if... She suddenly grinned and looked at Syrma. We should totally pitch mom for the spot. Like, yeah, she'd been a huge -- she looked around just to see if mom wasn't around -- bitch, but also she'd be perfect for it and she's way too humble to ever nominate herself, right? It wasn't so much about being "the good daughter" for Spica, but she was just very curious what their mother would do in a position like that.

Besides, having a rockstar mom was pretty much like not having to do any of the work and staying off grid but at the same time getting some sort of rockstar status yourself anyway!