"Come now. Let's hear it."
A chilly breeze rustled the ribbons in Inukimi's hair.
Rin stared down her robes, her eyes settling on where fur lined the hem. Briefly, she wondered why the mother donned two pelts when the son only carried one. "Don't you remember me? Eight years ago, Sesshomaru took me to your castle. A boy traveled with us, an imp too"
Inukimi's brows lifted. "The girl I revived," she said. "The girl he jumped into the underworld for?"
"Yes, my Lady. I'm Rin."
"How delightful!" Inukimi exclaimed. "I thought you were dead."
Rin shook her head once. "No. I was sent to live in a human village, with Inuyasha. Sesshomaru didn't tell you?"
Inukimi smiled, and Rin had looked, and fixedly, at her painted lips; saw the fang-teeth only just bared. "He is most cross with his dear mother," she said. "A spiteful child—as secretive as he is haughty. Why, if I were to climb his mountainous ego and slip, the fall would surely break my neck."
