Sleeping Dragon forcing

makono surprised qiao then. it was rare -- if ever -- that someone gave qiao anything. most days, she had to fight tooth and claw for her tiny parcel of existence. it was magnanimous gesture -- and it told qiao, in a small way, that the woman held her in regard.

she stood square now, turning to look at makono from her other eye. would it be, that some beings would never truly be knowable? this woman among them.

a rare smile silhouetted itself upon qiao's lips. i would have found good use for those, too. but the pleasantries were over -- now came business. yes. always. qiao believed that sometimes, a haka's lingering curse-power perpetually pulled her back. my work there was never finished.

you should know they have replaced you.