As minutes trickled by, the Western Lord congratulated himself on the small victory. The child finally started to fidget, her scent spiked with curiosity as she regarded him out of the corner of her eye, her eyes widening in awe as she took his appearance. Never before she saw a creature like him. When she was brought here, the mere mention of his pale skin and silver hair disgusted her, making her think of sickness and ghosts. Now that she beheld him, resting, she understood how wrong her assumptions were.
Hearing the shuffling of layers of light silk and other, foreign fabrics, Sesshomaru cracked one golden eye open, waiting for the uncertain girl to approach him.
"Mother told me, that you come from the land where feathers coat the earth so thoroughly that you cannot see it until the seasons change. Is that so?"