Cyd

"It's all about getting laid," Cyd explained. It was easier for the young Were, because if he ever got out of his moon craze, he could mate.

And with that, Otto began dancing in front of Cyd. His gyrations were absolutely comical. Cyd wanted to laugh but at the same time, he was aggravated with Otto for not listening. Cyd finally had had enough. He tried a few more times ...

Frank crawled into the bed with Cyd, his eyes puffy, no more tears in him to cry anymore. Cyd stared at the painted portrait of Mercades that she painted on her first birthday. Frank put him arm around her and rubbed his face into her arm.

"It just blew my mind," Cyd said as she continued to dial. [...] Cyd rushed home that evening, [...] and completed her other tasks [...]