Petals in the Wind- Prelude
Sesshomaru was not amused.
"Lord, I am only the prophet. I only convey what must be done. You asked what you needed, and I gave you the quest that will reveal it to you. This girl," her face appeared in the swirling mist contained within the crystal ball, "is a vital part of your quest. I do not know why." He glared down at the small, frail woman, who was sitting on the stony floor of the cave. Her skin was yellowing and papery, her face covered in wrinkles. Her eyes were misted over with the white film of blindness, and her kimono was plain white. He could kill her. It would take less than a moment, and nobody would know, for humans do not wander this deep into caves, and yokai do not bother to care about dead humans unless it brings them power. This old, frail oracle's death would change nothing.
He sat before her, suddenly.
"Prophet, repeat what you know." He said, and prepared to memorize the old woman's tale.