Just a little breather

Desponia decided she did not like the island, whenever possible she would slip away to the mainland and make herself look busy among the large stones that dotted the scrap of land her older sister had claimed for her kingdom of sticks. She felt like she could breathe out here, and while in truth the island was huge some part of the woman was pretty sure there's wasn't a place she could go where she wouldn't be forced to share space with one of her cousins or her sister's followers or god forbid her niece and nephew.

Speaking of those two, they really got on her nerves. Not because of anything they'd done specifically but because they existed as two. She'd never asked to be born but here she was being treated like a common criminal for having the audacity to have had a mother who broke some, frankly as far as she was concerned, baffling law but those two got to roam around like they owned the damn place when by rights one of them should have been dead? If Desponia hadn't literally been made a captor of her sister's and was a less jaded woman she might have thought it funny.

So could anyone really blame her for wanting to be away from it all? She grumbled to herself as she set about poking around at one of the rocks.

"Speech"