Before she can reach the top, she feels him.
Gooseflesh pricks over her skin, little electric pulses following the spread of it up her arms, and she lets go, clinging with one hand as she reaches up.
A striped wrist reaches down.
Without hesitation, she wraps her fingers around the color tapering at his hand, feeling Sesshoumaru's close around her before he hoists her up.
Grey skies appear, wraithlike through the fiery hues in the trees, but she ignores the fragile autumn beauty and its augury, looking instead for gold.
It's there, watching her. "Hello, Miko."
Hello, Miko.
She smiles.