The gold flame like locks danced as the young girl spun in an elliptical twirl, hair pushing from two lively transparent blue eyes. She smiles subconciously at the raven bunny eared rabbit creature, whizzing by her ear, she reached towards with child like innocence in her eyes. She had only been ankle deep in the pond before, but as she reached up onto the balls of her feet, the water beneath her feet hardened and froze. The two played, ignorant of the changing ground underneath them with every step. "It is she. She is the one." a voice speaks in a calm tenor, hazel eyes darting towards the image of the girl in the mirror . Diamond like speckles of water sprayed her dark green kimono, hiked around her knees as she giggled mellifluously, a sound like tinkling bells. The barrier between her and the pond loosened and the girl slipped with the most comical expression on her face. Surprised for a moment, the girl lay soaking wet in the body of water before the black rabbit jumped on her forehead and smooched the pale expanse of skin, chirping 'Kisses make evrything feel better'. She seemd broken out of her stupor and grinned from ear to ear at the thing, laughing even more boisterously then before as she pushed herself away from the pond.
The Shopkeeper's arms clenched around the armrest of the large lounge chair, cobalt eyes sparking to life with fury. "I know I promised eleven years of freedom and he spends it doing that ?" the shopkeeper hissed through his head shoving a bony finger at the mirro. His hazel eyed companion said nothing as he let his superior rant, keeping to himself whenever the shopkeeper began rambling about his personal feelings and whatnot.
However, failing miserably to do so at his master's predicament.
"You were bringing back an old tradition by promising Mokona freedom, it only-" the stoic attendant was interrupted by a swift punch to the gut that left him on his knees, groaning and moaning in pain. The fit man doubled over and winced, not at all surprised that the shopkeeper continued to share his own 'thoughts' of the process, oblivious to his wounded companion. " But I don't need a Concubine !" the livid male hissed. " She is but a child.I have no use for her-" he looked back at his attendant inflicting his parting words with as much disgust as there was on his fac. "Or when she's older. " he narrowed his eyes, easily remembering the last argument they had. The shopkeeper let his hands massage his temples as he exaled hard, futiley trying to calm himself. "That is all." the slippered footfalls left him to his devices, and he risked a prayer stance. Something as a shinto priest, should have done more often. He prayed that the shopkeepr would understand and accept the situation. After all, that woman did.