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A light breeze tousled curly dark locks. Her sky blue spring kimono lifted to expose sun kissed legs as she helped one of the elder villagers with his harvesting of rice. Contrasting was the pale regal figure draped gracefully in fine silks not far from the rice fields. Eyes trained upwards as he Vaguely registered the miko swinging a sickle to cut the damp rice stocks.

Robin, blue jay, sparrow… sparrow, another sparrow. His narrowed golden eyes slanted to a nearby tree. Surely there must be something more of interest.

Woodpecker, warbling white-eye, White cheeked starling, crow… crow?

A loud caw shook him from his musings as the large black bird flapped at him. Blinking he breathed a sigh. Annoying. Not one thing of interest.

However, when the slight tang of blood hit his nose, his Boredom suddenly was no longer the priority. Standing quickly he made his way to the scent's origin. Finding the blood to have the sweet salty notes of the sea that the miko's possessed was an alarming discovery that had his feed moving faster on the dirt. Snowy threads sent flying in the wind as he found his boots and pants soaked in farming water.

"-slipped I'm okay- No no no, it's just a small cut, nothing to worry about Ade Oji-san "

Waving her uncut hand in the air In a manner meant to sooth, she hid the other behind her back.

"oh well let me see it dove."

The elderly man's soft voice crooned insistently. Leaning forward to reach for the young woman's wound but he stopped, eyes fixated on something behind Kagome's back. His face was frightful. "Is everything ok Oji-San?"

Sessomaru's clawed hand swiftly gripped hers. Leaving her in a bit of an awkward position. Turning to adjust herself in a bit of a shock she paused.

Inspecting it, he gave a sharp exhale before lifting her cut palm to his lips. Quickly a pink tongue shot out. Lapping up the blood swiftly, his eyes rose to meet her stund gaze. "Foolish miko" he spoke softly but firmly, grip tightening around her wrist before slowly letting go. "Do not waste this one's time."

He lingered for a moment before he turned away, leaving a trail of white and red. His ghostly form becoming small as he walked back to his resting place. Ocean eyes watching him all the while. Once he sat back down his eyes trailed the skies, but he caught sight of no birds. Slowly his sight slanted downward, it was a long while before something of interest struck him. Blue, vibrant and colorful.

A blue bird. As Deep and rich as the Ocean, how reminiscent.