Liebestraum No. 3, Notturno, Liszt
In her sundress, and with her hair loosely braided to the side, Kagome felt utterly feminine on this afternoon in late spring. She felt calm and pretty, and the warmth of the sun tinged her cheeks pink. Inuyasha had stared at her peculiarly all morning, and she couldn't help but giggle to herself, or even blame him really. It was one of those days where she felt beautiful and her feet glided over the ground they walked on.
Taken by whimsy, Kagome walked along the familiar paths surrounding the village, gathering blooms as she went, humming absentmindedly to herself. She found her way back to the clearing containing the bone-eater's well, and noticed the dozing companions of one Sesshomaru, though he was nowhere to be seen. She thought that maybe spring had been working it's magic on more than just her, as she took in the relaxed composure of the rag-tag group. She saw the two-headed dragon lift an eye, and regard her lazily, and then drift back to sleep.
Not wanting to disturb them further, she left the flowers on the lip of the well, knowing the young girl would be delighted if she found them, then paused and took out a small notepad from the purse at her side. She scribbled a brief message, wishing good tidings on the group, and placed it by the bouquet, and retreated from the clearing.
For nothing breeds foolishness as much as spring air, but it leaves no rooms for regrets or trepidation either.