Sleeping Dragon forcing

many thoughts passed behind that singular burning eye. qiao could not read every one of them, but she believed she saw a hardness grow in there that had not been there before. 

makono had a long journey ahead of her. qiao supposed she could start it off with some bitter truths. 

to claim my bloodprice. she delivered, the set of her jaw as rigid as granite against the lash of waves. 

what would makono make of this, being the second of many that denied qiao what was rightfully hers?