The Inaugural Harvest Ball

Well, why wasn't he happy to see her? They'd met before. Didn't  that make them friends? What kind of friend didn't want their other friends to be around? Artorias said that she wasn't allowed to be there. Not allowed. A sad little frown dropped the corners of the girl's mouth and along with it, her ears wilted, her posture wilted, her confidence wilted. He didn't want her around. That kind of stung, not that Siduri could explain why.

Defeated, Sid had just been about to turn and leave the castle and probably  cry on the walk home, but the girl from before bounced towards them and let out a bold-faced lie to her father. A little tingle wormed its way into Sid's chest and the smile quickly returned along with confidence. "Yes, castle-lord, a raven was delivered unto me. An invitation was given. I'm ALLOWED to be here. That's what the uh, the raven told me." A pale paw rose and gestured towards Ember. "This kind castle-dweller has extended the invite. It would have been terribly rude to turn her down." With a curt nod to Artorias, whom she wasn't sure if she liked anymore, Siduri shooed Ember away and followed the girl.

"Aye, ye've saved me tail there. I didn't think ye castle folk could lie. Someone told me ye were all about rules and bein' proper." Sid gave a head tilt. "Why doesn't yer da' like me? What did I ever do to him?" Siduri, being as young as she was and as free spirited, had zero idea that there were packs out there that didn't like the Raiders. "Wots yer name anyway, lass?" The Scottish brogue fell away and the pastel child smiled. "I'm Siduri, but you can call me Sid. Hey, were's your mom?" Ringed eyes began scouring the room for the antlered woman.

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