"Kagome-hime, please hold still."
The child let loose with an exaggerated sigh and did her best to stand without fidgeting. It didn't help that the seamstress and her assistants kept poking at her with needles. She looked at her mother, a petulant frown forming. "Mama, I don't wanna do dhis," she muttered.
"You don't want to do this,"corrected the Daiyoukai as she focused on the letter she was penning. Per usual, she ignored the smallest hint of guilt at the title the little girl had taken to giving her. At this point in Kagome's life, a mother was more than necessary. She did of course intend to tell the child of her past, eventually; when she was old enough to understand the enormity of her burden and the responsibilities.
"I don't want to do this," she repeated carefully, enunciating the words as much as she was able.
Fuiasu sighed and signed her missive, before slipping it into the waiting scroll case. She turned then and studied the girl, still adjusting to the fact that for all intents and purposes, Kagome was her daughter, despite the title of ward. She was a beautiful child, if a bit too talkative for the demoness' taste. "How much more do you have, Seamstress?" she demanded.
The young demoness paled and prodded the young ward again on accident. "Not much, My Lady. If it pleases her highness, I can finish the measurements on my pup."
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