Chapter 08: Warstomp
"Finally!" the miko groused as she shouldered her bow. The bow was an intricately carved piece from the bones of a dragon demon, a gift from the taijiya siblings once she had returned for good from wherever she had gone after being pulled into the meidou.
Sesshoumaru merely turned to face her fully and raised his eyebrow once more, silently willing her to elaborate. Again, the miko shrugged.
"That's the first time I was able to make a proper seal," she explained, waving a hand in the general direction of the second tree. "I guess being pissed off was the key." She barked a crass laugh at herself.
"You were upset again," Sesshoumaru repeated, remembering why he had come up the hill to begin with.
"UGH!" the miko suddenly screamed aloud, throwing both arms in the air as she stomped back to her quiver. Shoving the arrow back in whilst muttering vehemently under her breath about "men", she shouldered the leather piece and stormed down the hillside back towards the village.
Golden eyes blinked very slowly after her retreating form, confusion and curiosity spiking within him. Had he said something wrong? Shrugging one shoulder to himself, Sesshoumaru followed in her wake.