Sleeping Dragon what you need is an older guy,

you fight them, strange girl. a sense of relief came to sobeille, who had felt foolish uttering such designs to chani that bleak day in mid-fall.

chani's solution had been so elegant, and here sobeille was, suggesting barbarism in the face of polite company.

but sivaak had more in common with the daughter of the shoreline than sobeille had with chani - for all their shared blood, a world of difference lived within them.

this, among many other reasons, was why sobeille did not yet run.

what 'appens if 'e overpowers me? sobeille mused, knowing she was but only an average fighter. she'd failed to kill either mae or cygnet and such failure festered within her.

and she was small -- woefully small -- which left something else troubling unsaid. wat if 'e -- here a great welt of some unbidden emotion rose in her; of disgust and anger and shame.

she fell silent, her masked face one of careful thought. 'ow many children do you 'ave, sivaak?