There's gold to be taken, we'll bathe in it when we mutiny!

A little sore and a little singed, Siduri was surprisingly in pretty good shape. She had delivered the killing blow to the fiery worm that had been trying to murder her siblings and so she felt... a little invincible. Having knocked her head pretty hard when the worm fell, Sid had woken up with a quiet brain. Quiet... it was a big deal. Since her fight with Ethne way back when, her mind had been full of chatter. Neverending talk and back and forth, so loud sometimes that she was lost in the madness.

Siduri's mind was her own once more and, with her newfound freedom, the pastel fae's disposition had changed. She was no longer sulking and reclusive. She was back to the snarky, witty, wordy thing that she had been as a pup. Her confidence was unbridled. Woe be to any who came against Siduri and her sisters. There would be hell to pay.

When Deluge called for the pack, Sid had been close by. She came and slid down to lay upon her belly on her sibling's left side, carefree and confident. The fae's slightly crispy tail flicked back and forth over her heels as she waited for the rest of the group to gather. Big news. Big change. Big plans.

"speech"