She let out a loud, dramatic huff, crossing her bare arms over her chest, though a bright, triumphant smile was already blooming across her face.
"I honestly thought I was talentless!" Kira ranted, her voice cracking with dramatic grievance. "I spent every night staring at the ceiling thinking, 'Kira, you're the Warchief's daughter, you've trained since you were five winters old, yet this guy steps out of the woods and outpaces thirty years of tribal martial heritage in a month!'
I thought my talent was pathetic! I thought I wasn't trying hard enough! I hit a wall in my own training because I thought I was just a weak, useless girl who couldn't keep up with a true genius!"
She jabbed her index finger forcefully against his broad, bare chest, her eyes wide with accusing realization.
