Just a little breather

Desponia nodded absently as the young boy explained what he knew about their family, she couldn't help but wonder about his question herself. Did it matter, clearly her sister had decided to forgo the laws herself, her twin brats running around were proof of that... But then a tiny, evil little thought wormed its way into her brain. She shrugged nonchalantly, keeping her mutinous little plot from bubbling to the surface. "I don't know if you personally need to know but you asked a question and I figured it relevant." She paused for a moment, shuffling her thoughts into a proper form.

"The only beliefs of my family that apply to my situation with my sister are as such: My family has long believed that there is one soul-mate for each of us and it is binding. A soul-mate pair is meant to be forever and not to have children outside each other. The other is that in every given litter born into our family, only one pup may allowed to survive, the rest must be... Well, it's a long-standing tradition with reasons that frankly are too much to try and explain but they are as they are right now." Desponia couldn't have said either way if she wholly bought into all her family's supposed beliefs, the fact she was alive and, well thriving was maybe not quite right, but alive was proof enough to her that maybe not everything was as her mother had been told.

"Manea and I have different fathers, our mother's first mate, her soul-mate, died when Manea was young. Our mother... She felt it was unfair the laws forbid her from having any further children due to the death of her soul-mate. I don't know how or why but she ended up meeting my father and getting pregnant again. From her words her family turned on her and forced her to pick between us and them. Needless to say I'm here."She couldn't keep the bitterness from her voice. "We were chased from the family, I am Desponia Antonis not Mendacium." She hissed her sister's name, unable to keep back her disdain. "We were exiled and I learned early on that my mother's family could not be trusted, we could not know what they would do to us, to me. I spent the majority of my life making sure to watch over my shoulder, until the worst happened. Manea found me, dragged me here... So I guess no, I don't really want to be here."

She lowered her gaze then, cocked her head to the side and feigned confusion, her tone softer but still loud enough for the boy to hear: "Strange, Manea was nearly an adult when I was chased from our family, and yet here I come to find that in her own way she's broken the laws... Her own two children break all traditions, strange that I am punished for the sins of my mother but she breaks the laws of her own volition and gets to keep her name, her family... Her freedom." It was a mutinous little thing to say aloud, but it felt so good to finally vocalize.

"Speech"