Author's Note: Written for Dailyprompt on Dreamwidth. Prompt: It's time.
Disclaimer: Inuyasha is hereby disclaimed.
She came through the well dressed quite proper for the first time. Instead of feeling unfamiliar fabric, his hand touched upon smooth silk as he grabbed her wrist to pull her out.
If Rin had thought she was pretty once, he would have corrected her. She was awkward in this of dress. He watched as she smoothed out the creases of her furisode.
"It's my birthday," she replied upon seeing Sesshoumaru's questioning gaze. "I'm twenty today."
He looked at the kimono once again. It was indeed a brightly-colored, well-patterned, long-sleeved furisode.
"Hn," he placed his hand on her back. "Come."