Tall, ethereal, fine silks covering her to the ground. Of any demoness Inukimi seemed the most elfen-esque. Her face was very beautiful to Rin, perhaps because in spite of her feminine features Sesshomaru was all her.

Inukimi reached for Rin, touching the sleeve of her kimono. Even her hand enthralled her. The claws were carefully lacquered, the fingers so white, so delicate. "I recognize this stitch work," she remarked. Her voice was vague, without interest. "It is the brilliance of my personal seamstress."

Rin's heart soared when she learned this. She flattened her hand over her chest. "You are certain?"

"Quite so."

"Sesshomaru has always given me—"

"Sesshomaru?" Sometimes quiet is mischievous. "Who are you, girl? And why, pray tell, do you speak his name so familiarly?"