Tuktu Weir Be ladylike or be hungry? Hard choice.

If there was one thing Cyclone was unwilling to tolerate, it would be watching an inferior female get into Grayson’s good graces. If Neasa herself was not chosen to be beside him, whoever was would have a lifetime of snide remarks, insults, and general pettiness thrown her way day in and day out. And likely not only by Cyclone. Addison, the sister, seemed to think that no other woman was up to her standards. The Blackthorn could not read minds, but she did know that every Odolf she had met had the same confidence and high and mighty attitude. It was charming on the boys, but looked awful on the women.

Voices—one of them female and the other belonging to Grayson—pulled Cyclone in. She stayed out of range for a bit, but when she saw her chance to slide in, she did just that, making her way toward the chatting couple. There was food, and Cyclone was hungry. Lilah, she greeted flatly, then flicked her gaze to him with a much more charming smile. Grayson. She turned her attention to the rabbit Lilah was eating then quirked a brow at the only breadwinner standing there. Is there one for me, too?

If there was, Cyclone would take it and saunter off to eat in peace. If not, she'd saunter off without the rabbit. In either case, she mostly wanted to pester Lilah and make sure Grayson wasn't doing anything that she would do.

Closing this out since it's over a month old now. Feel free to reopen if you'd like to continue without me!