Chapter 43: Sosora’s Woes
Sosora looked at the four walls, door, floor, and ceiling that made up her room. She clenched her fists and held back from putting a hole somewhere. She wasn't sure her home would last much longer, even if she patched it up. The structural integrity had already been compromised by all the other 'accidents' she had repaired.
She sat down on the thin mattress that was her bed and ruffled her scalp out of frustration.
She couldn't believe she was under house arrest.
'Fucking geezers!' No, she could believe it, but it didn't make her any less frustrated.
But she only had herself to blame.
It was her fault for leaving witnesses.
She sighed and leaned her back against the wall that creaked under her weight.
She had just been going around the different tribes, steadily making her way to the Lowat tribe, asking questions and telling her acquaintances and friends about Nick and his neutral intentions. Up until that point, there was nothing wrong with what she did.
To some tribes who didn't like her or Nick, it probably seemed like she was instigating something or trying to gather supporters. It wasn't entirely wrong, but there wasn't that much political thought behind it.
Then, she finally arrived at the Lowat tribe.
She hadn't heard much from their neighbors about what happened with Nuir after Nasam's death. It seemed like he had become extremely reclusive, which was understandable.