She hardly remembered when they had done this for Pyr, but she supposed this would do, packed into a little raft with some furs, sticks packed beneath flowers to keep the stink down and soaked in enough of Ken's high-octane alcohol to wake the dead... She allowed herself a little smirk, if only it worked like that...

She'd hardly been sober since they'd reached the island, but sober enough that she could do this for her brother. Modesty was a fucking wreck, in true form for her though, Deluge couldn't be too bitter about it. She'd sent her seagull out to try and find Flurry, just in case she wanted to show her face. The sun was setting and it was almost time.

She raised her bottle in a final salute and downed what was left as she started to push the raft into the water. No point burning half the beach down with him. Once he was on his way, they would throw their torches from the beach and she could get properly blackout drunk.

"speech"

Unlike her siblings, Siduri was often sober. It worked out and was kind of like 'taking turns.' Look at them being a unified front or whatever. She didn't look poorly on any of her family that drank to excess, especially today. Sid, however, was sober. She wanted to feel this loss while she could. Now that her brain was cooperating with her, the pastel marked fae wanted to be what her family needed; a sober individual for those who might need a shoulder to cry on or a listening ear. Later, when it was just her in the darkness of the night... then she would let go.

Siduri sat near Deluge as her sister, heavily intoxicated, stared at the raft that held their brothers remains. The alcohol reeked and the mix of flowery scent made her nauseous, but she'd keep it together. Once again she was glad that at least one worm had been brought low and that she had been the one to do it. For the rest of her life, she'd chuck earthworms into the sea to suffer long, slow deaths. They deserved it. Her brother had not.

"Siduri"