Duskfire Glacier blood of my blood

jora grunts as she’s dragged down, her teeth bared in a sneer, sharp yellow eyes flashing with annoyance and respect alike.

you learn, she spits, voice low and laced with challenge, but you forget i learn faster.

her muscles coil again, but this time, there’s no panic—just the quiet focus of a woman who thrives in the struggle. she shifts beneath him, searching for the smallest opening, the slightest shift in his grip. the game wasn’t over yet.

don’t get comfortable, she warns, her tone thick with determination. i’m not done.