Not long after, Sesshomaru materialized from an orb of light at the gate of his mother's castle.
Standing guard were two Inuyoukai who had not been informed of his arrival—if the look on their faces was any indication. "Young master," they said in unison, bowing.
Sesshomaru climbed the long flight of steps two at a time, sometimes three. Other guards lining the stairs bowed in his passing, and each subsequent pair after them.
At the top of the stairs sat his mother on her great throne, sipping wine and regarding him from behind the rim of the saucer she held. Beside her was Rin—and dressed in a kimono he had not given her. This one was pink, with accents of purples and blues.
Here Sesshomoru put on a magnificent act. Nothing in his eyes, nothing on his face betrayed any emotion.
That is until his mother smiled at him.
It was like looking into a mirror, seeing his smirk on her face.
This might be it for a little while. I'm looking forward to Yashahime premiering this weekend and might be too distracted to edit. Not too long, I promise.
