Sleeping Dragon what you need is an older guy,

there it was. the first lesson held like a glittering pearl in the center of her palm. edicts her soul had been aware of, but had no way of articulating.

strike first.

her gaze solemnly traced the lattice-work of scars marking the muradoii's proud face. rhyak. a backbiter. sobeille's insides twisted to think of what she'd do to jadou, tousaint, or lafayette if they followed in rhyak's footsteps.

sivaak had taught her many things, but now it was sobeille's time to impart some wisdom. sivaak knew how to draw life from a body by violence. sobeille knew a far more subtle method, one that as of yet, remained entirely undetected by those in sapphique closest to her.

it was sorry circumstance that sivaak had been routed from the muradoii camp by her own blood - yet sobeille considered herself fortunate to have come across her.

is he dead?