Sleeping Dragon forcing

the woman was made of magic and stone. ancient earth that had experienced more than makono ever might. that would experience more. royals did not seem to have an exceptionally long life-span.

her features were thoughtful as one eyed soaked in the good sight and the other was only clouded shapes through its lens. two worlds walked, two worlds seen. what she greeted qiao with, after this long look, was respect. a head dipped for a moment before she assumed her usual tall stance again.

she was not here to piss the woman off so far from akashingo.

after all, in her darkest moments, she had thought the woman might have use of her bones.

kairos, spoken as if she planned to give a report. bonded by bloodshed in fields far from here. friend is too humble a title for all he has done, i believe. there was nothing in her voice or posture that might give the man she called kairos reason to worry about their new company.

but makono was not the only one who kept new faces. a young man cloaked with a scowl came to them too.

and yours?

let the women talk without men, it seemed.