Fuiasu stood, scroll in hand, and went to find a messenger. It probably would have been easier to simply call for one but she wanted the walk, the time to think. It would not be hard to parry words with the Dragon, but there were so many things that annoyed her. Like the fact that the Northern Lady refused to answer to her own name, refused to even share it. Many said the only person who knew her actual name was her mate. When addressed, if one did not call her My Lady or Ryūkotsusei-sama, one did not get an answer.
It was arrogant and presumptuous and ridiculous beyond belief. Not to mention confusing. How were you supposed to know if they were referring to the Lord or to the Lady?
Shaking her head and muttering under her breath, Fuiasu didn't even notice the person in front of her until she bumped into them. Narrowing her eyes, prepared to give a decent lashing to the person, she froze and her eyes went blank as the vision overcame her.
There was blood. So much of it. And behind it all was Kagome. So beautiful in all her teenage clumsiness, fierce despite that as she held a sword. And at her back was a man, much taller, much darker. They moved together with easy grace, as if well used to protecting the others back.
When he turned to slash over her head as an enemy came from the air, his face was familiar. It was not one she was accustomed to seeing so deadly, not so concentrated on killing, rather than healing.
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