Grouse Thicket roll for initiative

'You are bold.'

“It's all I know.” She began to pluck the grouse—delicately, but with a precision. Her eyes would glance up to him every so often, watching him look over the acorn, considering. At his question, she laughed. “Not at all. I might have stayed, then,” she preened, beginning to tear apart the bird , feathers removed now, it’s delicacies beginning to be divided.

The blood on her lips was divine—a reminder now of how hungry she had been.

“I will be used to as a token to reign in the tempers of men from other kingdoms who might be tempted to overstep themselves.” She paused, nose dipping now to nudge part of the bird to him, lilac gaze beseeching—he should nourish himself as well, should he not?

“Perhaps if I sully myself I will be less useful to them.” A small shrug, a rueful smile—yet a teasing glint. Her display of rebellion toward her brother was a decent start.