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You can call her the one that got away, came the hollered reply of the elder Blackthorn, dwarfed only by the sound of her pounding feet as she closed the distance and thrust herself between the two with a clear grimace on her face; she had half a mind to snap at the guy and dissuade him from touching Neasa, but didn't, yet. Fern shot her sister one sharp look before returning her attention to the dark stranger, the black line down her back having puffed and raised in warning.

You don't wanna associate with this one, she persisted a breath later, her voice laced with a strong warning beneath the Jedi-Mind-Trick she hoped to be imparting on the creature. Bit of a mess, actually. Might infect you with somethin'. Run along now, back from whence you came. Fern sized up the stranger as she spoke and was happy to see this was at least the right species, but she still didn't think it was right for Cyclone to be throwing herself so willy-nilly at anyone walking by with a dick. Kids these days!

It wasn't her business, but that never stopped her before — besides, letting her sister get her jollies on with unsuitable men would only sully the Blackthorn name, and she wouldn't stand for that from anyone.