Whitefish River ambition

Maybe humble was the word she was thinking of, Syrma sort of shrugged about it. She hadn't been planning to shove their mother into anything lately when she preferred just to keep it brief or stay away entirely. It was a weird change of pace to think about it in that actual light suddenly. She wasn't sure how to feel about that, suggested by the splaying wobble of her ears.

This wasn't the direction she had expected at all and really, if she thought hard about it, even for all her caring ways, it was difficult to envision their mom as the leader type. At least when the expectation for such a role had been set by Ira for much of her young life. A few others came and went but when her mind envisioned a leader, someone like Ira appeared. Not.. really their mom. You really wanna go that far for it? she asked, brows quirking up--maybe if she had to, she could coattail on some of Spica's motivation, if there was enough to share. She was skeptical, but listening enough.

That all seemed momentous to go present, especially now when she felt like she was just flying below the radar and it was all so fresh. Syrma really wanted to make sure her twin was serious serious about slinging this at the leadership, and their mother. Plus, Ira had her own puppies around to have to duck before they even got to unpack any subject matter on their minds. Sure were a lot of levels of reasons why she didn't realllly want to fight her mom's battles like this that much.