Sesshoumaru sat impassively across from the other Daiyoukai. They shared the same silver hair color, the same royal markings and the same impassive, dismissive demeanor. Just about the only difference, besides the clear anatomical ones, were the color of their eyes. His were the same citrine gold he shared with his brother and father, while the woman across from him held eyes the color of violets.
"The girl is human," she said, glancing balefully down at the picture and file before her.
"She is," Sesshoumaru answered, meeting her gaze straight on. "She is also Miko."
"You would bring such an impurity into my line?"
"Her power surpasses that of most Miko. This one has not felt her level of strength since the time we were still rulers, mother." He narrowed his eyes, daring her to argue. "It is no longer your line, it is mine. The pup will be powerful, just as the mother is."
Fuiasu pursed her lips and finally pushed the file back to him. "I will meet her and decide for myself."
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