KIRA

Lyanna was already in the training yard when I arrived.

She'd been there for a while by the look of it, moving through a sequence I didn't recognize, something that wasn't any form I'd been taught. Low and economical, each motion folding into the next without pause, her body covering ground in a way that made it look less like combat practice and more like a language being spoken fluently in a language I didn't yet know.

I stood at the yard entrance and watched her for a moment without ...