The snows have started diminish and, almost soon after, the final remnants of snow on the ground have melted away. The blossoms were starting to bloom, while the leaves were begining on the trees. In the Yakumo household, she was starting to awake. Formerly gold now snow white locks were being brushed away by a dainty hand, as she arose to greet the new season and, slowly, she kicked her covers away. With tired fingers, she pulled her snow-white locks into a messy braid and bound it up in a bun and, gingerly, she wiped the sleep from her eyes. She stretched and turned her face to the sun, her nose to the air.
When she felt she was fully awake or as much so as she would be at this point, despite her age, she began to whine and call for Ran and her husband Ren to bring her tea and breakfast. She was curious to see what happened as she slept and whether or not and her awakening was much long awaited. She never could have anticipated the surprise that was to await her, then again, surprises aren't for the anticipating.
She was always a secretive and sleepy sort with a colorful history, a history she never often liked to talk about. Many often came to her when they couldn't sort out what to do, especially in human-youkai matters. She often acted as a mediator of sorts, having dealt with both regularily in the past and present. To a certain degree, she was ostracized out of fear and out of aborance for her interactions with humans and, to a certain degree, she was highly revered because of them as well.
Revered, yet fear and abhorred, she was as she was the Yakumo matriarch, Yakumo Yukari.