The little woman's life had been going so amazingly smoothly. There were no negative things going on, she was gaining so many companions, and she was getting into more and more spars. Though sadly- last spar she had lost to a purple queen. Her neck was hurt bad but her bruised shoulder was alright. The babe decided it was time to lay back on the spars. To meet more folks of Alacritia, and for her reputation to gradually grow. Yes...that's what she wanted. And the girl never doubted her wishes. Soon she'd be known, and her name would be greatly respected. Wren Sartaddi. At that moment the tricolor babe was taking a nice little walk through the rustling thicket...one paw stepping after the other. And at this thought she'd simply laugh to herself. She nearly raised her chin and broke into a royal strut through the little dirt path. But no...she continued to walk, a smile stretched upon her lips. "Speech"