"Why did your grandfather choose canoes?"
Kagome smiled, running a hand over the side she slipped her canoe into the water at the riverbank. Sesshoumaru's questions were rare, but welcome. "I asked him that when he was building this one. He saw them on a trip overseas and fell in love. He brought them back so others could share in the same joy." She could still remember the smell of freshly shaved cedar as he shaped the bow.
Picking up an oar, Sesshoumaru paused, watching the way her lips curled upward. Happy memories. He had many as well. "He succeeded."
Written for Dokuga_contest, prompt Shave. 100 words.