Five days.
Sesshomaru had yet to return after five days.
Last night was particularly cold. Frost coated the ground, and Rin slipped more than once walking the path to the stream. She loathed to bathe in such chilly water, so she thought to bring her pot with her. Jaken would gladly warm the water for her with his two-headed staff when she returned.
Rin was walking back to camp when a gust of wind blew at her back. The gust was so strong she dropped her pot.
Something in the wind… It wasn't natural at all.
She reached inside her kimono and touched for her dagger. She spun around, and there adjusting her furs stood someone she had not seen in years.
"You there," came her sultry voice, "girl."
Okay, so I may have lied about the last chapters being fun. However, it is definitely coming. Trust me. ;)
