Chapter 6
"Sesshomaru."
Oshun muttered to herself for the eleventh time that day. She sighed heavily as she dipped the peppermint leaves into the cool water of the wooden basin at the base of her parent's home. Water sloshed onto the wooden porch uncaringly as she rung it tightly. Her eyes took in the darkened grey sky, rumbling above high. The smoky clouds moved rapidly in the air signaling the beginnings of a thunderstorm. The tops of the tall green palms blew angrily in the wind. The people were seen at the edges of the beach collecting nets and gathering the kids from the pull of the high tide. Some of the village elders stood in the water, speaking quickly, and pointing out at the sea as if something was out there. She watched feeling the rolling storm reflect her tumultuous thoughts.
"My honey dew."
Oshun turned around to see her father lean against the doorway of his abode. The worn yellow paint of the old wood contrasting against his sun loved skin. His silver locs hung down all around him with the tips brushing the floor. His light green kaftan hung onto his lean body as he breathed laboriously. Stormy white eyes looked out at the roaring ocean and the ominous clouds.
"Baba!" The bottom of her feet slapped the wood from the force as she jumped up to get to him. Her mouth already started moving, telling him about resting in bed and taking care of himself. Her father held his hand up to silence her. She stumbled short of touching him to take note of his expression. Gone were the light brown irises her mother spoke so fondly of or the laughing lines around his eyes and nose. The crow's feet at the edge of his eyes seemed exasperated. Exhaustion was settling in the lines along his face. But his eyes. The deep wisdom swirling in silver and white smoke. Seeing what Jah had to show him. It gave her reason for pause.
"You didn't finish." He simply stated. "And your faith…shaken."
"What?" She asked to only be cut off by rolling thunder above. Her brown eyes scanned the angry sky and then flickered over to the roaring ocean. Her inner confusion reflected in the element for which she was named.
Her father's eyes went to her and settled. His brows furrowed. She licked her lips, feeling her heartbeat wildly in her chest for unknown reasons. Did he know? She wanted to wait until her Baba felt better to talk about what happened with the dog demon. How she saw things from the past. From his past presumably. How real it all felt. From the dirt of the cold earth beneath her feet to the heat that came off the battlefield of Sesshomaru's lived experience.
Sesshomaru.
"It must be finished." He said sternly before turning to go inside. Patois spilled from his lips while the sounds of things banging inside was heard.
Oshun looked to the distance where she could see the elders turn to face her. Their expressions, knowing. Her father's best friend, staring as if he could see into her soul. They started to walk in her direction. A curse flew from her lips knowing they would bother her father with their visions, their decrees, their –
"How can I have a daughter that sees but is blind." He stated loudly with a chuckle at the end.
Oshun looked towards the door and rushed inside of her father's receiving room. She came into the large den to see her father filling up his worn wicker basket with liquid jars, books, and other things. The spacious room was exactly as it was since she was a baby. Pictures of people, ancestors, and family were along the wall. Weapons of their ancestors was regarded high above on another wall. Symbols of their religion intertwined with the incense, books, and baskets of things littering the hearth to the far back of the room. Two large fans spun above, hanging from the high wooden beams. The smell of spice, florals, and palm oil filled the house. She looked to her father as he continued in his millennia old patois, the voices from the elders getting louder with their approach.
"Baba? You need to be resting?" She said softly, her ire growing as she felt the elder's approach. "You shouldn't be up. The doctor said -"
"I am aware, daughter. But you must hold the mirror to yourself. You have started something, you must finish. But to do so, you need to heal too." He simply stated before he started to lean against the wall. He coughed harshly suddenly and leaned against the wall to steady himself.
"Obatala!"
Both father and daughter looked to the entry way. The elders walked inside, their own eyes the same color as their respected leaders. Milky hues spun and mixed while sharing in nonverbal communication. They easily walked inside and begun helping Obatala sit down in his chair. One woman began to light the hearth inside. Another adjusted Obatala in his chair. A kind woman. One she felt was a little too nice. Oshun stayed close to her father, while watching everyone band together despite the weather outside. They should be preparing their own homes for the onslaught of bad weather. But here they were, helping Obatala. Mixed feelings swirled in her chest. While the people meant good, the weight they put on her father worried her fiercely. It was the same weight she felt that led to her mother's death.
"The ocean is in turmoil. This cannot continue like this, Obatala." One of the elders known as Ajani spoke. His long brown locs shook as he moved to prepare a simple refresher for her father made of herbs and soothing teas. The ornaments chimed in his hair as he moved about, quoting sacred texts, and praying over the things needed to care for her father. "Her rivers are starting to overflow now deep in the west." He finished as he looked to Oshun.
"What are you saying, Uncle Ajani?" She asked directly, respecting the man that carried her small frame when she was young in banana leaves on his back as he hiked up waterfalls for his herbs. The elder simply looked at her with a tilt of his head, his expression concerned. The women and men came to a still as they watched on in silence. The sounds from the brewing storm rushed in.
"Ajani-" Her father warned.
"With all respect, Bredren…Oshun needs to know." The elder said as he continued to look to Oshun. "The rivers and oceans are rising because of you. The crops have long since started to saturate. You have no peace inside of you, Oshun."
"What? How can you say that!" Highly offended she looked to her father who closed his eyes painfully. "I'm not doing this, Baba." She said as she pointed outside to the torrential weather. Darkness slowly sweeping completely over the island. The skies ready to pour. "That's superstition and island folktales. It's just bad weather."
"But you are, daughter of the water. Ever since you have come back, you have brought floods to accompany the rain you tried to escape after your mother's death."
"Ajani-" Her father mumbled through his own pain.
"No. I went to the states for my own path! I wanted to go because there are better opportunities there than what's left on this island!" Oshun shouted. Her temper flaring along with the beating of her heart in her chest. How could her Bredren speak to her like so! The rage in her chest shook. The pain from her mother's death was sharp.
"The states was supposed to serve as the applicator for your teachings. Your travels…to serve as lessons much like your sisters and brothers who have left the continent. Yet it has confused you more. You were supposed to find yourself, but you lost yourself even more. Caught in the wicked of the west. That is why you cannot heal the dog. Because you are sick! Your grief will destroy us all!"
"Enough AJANI!" Her father's voice boomed.
Oshun opened her mouth to say something, but no words came. Her thoughts raced and lightning struck somewhere in the far distance. The elders around her looked somber. The light from the fireplace flickering off the plains of their faces. Her eyes looked to them all, seeing their resolve.
How could he say that! Her own.
It's not true!
It's her father who is sick.
Her Baba who is without their mother.
Grieving.
"Both of you. This…is toxic. Infectious. Oshun… needs healing. But the west is not done with its teachings. For I have seen what waits for my Oshun on Zion." Obatala grunted at her side as he finished the drink that was handed to him.
"The ritual on the hill lays unfinished. Ruin will begin if it isn't completed. That is priority right now." The kind woman spoke, drawing attention from the heated party. "A gate was opened last night that should be closed." She muttered gently, trying her best to calm the room. "We do not possess that kind of ability to close the gate. Only you Obtala and Oshun. I cannot send for your other children. They are too far east. They will not make it in time for what needs to be done. And none of them possess the healing nature needed to finish the job."
Obatala nodded his head. His locs moving with the movement. The lines in his face seemed to deepen. "I must go to the dog then. He is in need and the healing has gone unfinished. His soul…the part that makes him and his instincts one are splitting inside of him. But I have not had a chance to deduce why." He spoke as he scooted forward to stand. "We will speak of this when things have quieted." He made to stand but only grunted loudly from the strain.
Oshun moved to stop him. "I will finish. Please! Stop moving. You need to rest, Baba!" She repeated while shaking her head exasperatedly.
"Daughter, this is not the time." He heaved a bit as if trying to catch his breath. "The dog on the mountain needs to be healed of his ailment. He like I…have many that depend on him. But more importantly, he still has purpose for the highest."
"Well…you like him, should focus on healing yourself so you can be around to help the many that depend on you." Oshun moved to the basket and began to finish filling it with the remembered items. "I will finish the job." She rapidly began preparing with the help of a few elders in the room. Soft thanks and gratitude were passed as she packed. She went to the far back of the house where her room sat and began folding in a few outfits and things she would need for herself. She would not come down until the dog was healed and ready to depart.
Oshun finished and came out into the sitting room. The thunder boomed again outside. "Do not worry yourselves. I do not need healing. My powers are fine. I can do this." She spoke loudly like a mantra. "I am not flooding waters. My mother named me after the healing ones. And that is what I'll do." She declared as she put the wooden cap over the large basket and lifted it up. "I'll be back in 7 days. You'll see."
"Oshun."
She turned to see her father stand slowly with the help of his friend. He walked to the back of the house out of sight. It was quiet in the room. Ajani looking bashful somewhat as he stood and walked over to Oshun. His tall form towering as he pulled her into a gentle hug. Her body was rigid, her thoughts swirling. Confusion ladled in her mind. His hand came up to rest on top of her head. He prayed.
"I'm sorry for the pain I have caused. I mean you no disrespect, mighty stream." He voiced before pulling away. Affection and sorrow lingered in his words and rested onto her shoulders. "But we need you now. We need you to understand your purpose too and how important even the smallest of rocks are to the mighty mountain."
No words came to surface. Bitterness and anger laid inside her chest too heavy but shadowed by remorse. She was saved by the reemergence of her father. He walked to her and stopped. He lifted his hand and revealed to her the gift. Her mother's amethyst necklace. Obatala carefully unclasped the delicate gold chain and placed it around her neck. The weight of the lavender gym hung heavily in the front. "I meant to give this to you when you have finished harnessing your powers, but I feel, you are in need of your mother now more than ever."
Oshun held her breath, while her fingertips ran over the gold chain and down along the opal shape of the amethyst. It was her mother's favorite thing to wear. She never took it off. The tightness in her chest that she had felt began to lessen slightly. Her father mumbled his prayers and gratitude's to Jah before moving to help her lift the basket onto her head. Oshun was walked with the small crowd to the front porch. The sky was dark now and looked to burst with rain at any moment. The tied beat the shore wildly aggressive. Oshun hesitated at the top of the steps. Uncertainty fringed her mind. Not just because of the weather but for the challenge that lay ahead.
I should tell my Baba what I saw.
What happened in Sesshomaru's vision.
His experience.
What if I'm not ready?
She turned to face her father. "Baba, I-"
A loud sorrowful howl broke free of the mountain and echoed around them. Lightening in the distance flashed and thunder bellowed. Whites, pinks, and blues reflected off the surface of the ocean from afar. The tide higher than before. "Go, Oshun. He needs you!" Her father spoke.
Oshun nodded her head and made her way quickly out of the yard and onto the pathway leading to the cabin in the mountain. Her feet moved rapidly against the dirt pathway. Oshun's skin felt suddenly cold despite the heat blowing in the wind. Her heartbeat in her chest and her mind light speed racing. The wind whipped the tips of her locs and pulled against the chimes in her hair. The flowers and tress blew about around her, pointing up the hill. The smell of rain layering on her senses. A drop of rain dance on her cheek as she heaved the basked to her hip.
As she walked up the mountain, water began to cry from the sky. She moved branches with one hand and held the basket sturdy onto her hip. The sound of some creatures seeking shelter was the only thing disturbing the orchestra of the thunderstorm. She could see from her position, the rain that layered across the ocean even at a distance through some of the thicket of trees the higher she climbed. The thick canopy above her did wonders to stop the rain from heavily pelting her but she knew it was futile as she moved further up the mountain path. She walked quickly toward the aura that would surely test everything that was said in her father's home.
The ocean raged and her chest tightened knowing. Ajani's words while hurtful…was not untrue. Regret and sadness fought with fury and righteousness. "He doesn't know me!" She said to herself. "He knows little me. The one that would just soak everything in without question. Like their foolish folk tales." Oshun continued to talk as she walked through the rain. "There is nothing for anyone on this island! I did not leave because of mom's death. I was here when she needed me. I helped take care of her. They should be grateful! Some of their kids never came back! I left to go to university and came back! I left to make something of myself and still came back to help!"
The sourness of her statements rested on her tongue tasting like ash in her mouth. Lightning lit up the pathway. Droplets of rain continued to stream down her face and soak into her plum dress. Sadness swelled into her heart. Her patient going missing among the raging sea of thoughts swirling in her mind. "I'm fine. They will see. I have the ways of our ancestry inside of me and I chose to leave to give myself better than this place ever could!" Oshun muttered in the rain. Her lips began to tremble with each step she took. Her eyes fighting various battles to see through the rain versus through her own tears. It was hard to tell.
Her eyes blinked through the droplets, her mind focusing to clear itself as she walked further. Soon, the rain became blinding. The rest of her trek was made in silence. She walked until she saw the little shack sitting tucked away in the foliage. She flexed her senses to check on the dog inside. Feeling the small fray of youkai energy, she bolted forward up to the porch and into the house. The force of her push to the door sent it back to hit the wall hardly. The loud sound echoed through the dark house.
Oshun rushed to the back room to see Sesshomaru heaving heavily on top of the cotton covers and furs. The undertones of blues and yellows danced among the color of his skin. His hair was layered in sweat and clung to everything. She walked up to him and placed the back of her cold hand on his heated cheek and then his forehead. Her fingers delicately felt for his pulse. A frowned crossed her features. "Sesshomaru… I'm going to figure you out yet." She muttered before quickly pulling out things from her bag and attempting to dry herself.
Oshun wiped the rain from her face and quickly went to work. Again, she proceeded to do the process of laying out the materials and setting up a workspace in the room. This time, she would set up a permanent setting. Prayers was given and libations poured. She cleansed the space again to try anew. This time, she would not leave. She would not leave him until there was healing. She would not leave his side until the illness had left him and he was whole again. She could do it. She had to do it.
Sesshomaru rustled on the top of the furs. Sweat coated his pale skin in layers. His sharp claws gripping the earth, hoping to pin himself to it. To stop the world from turning. The stench of death was strong again. I ebbed and flowed. Some days he could ignore it. Other's it burned inside of his lungs so hard, he almost wretched. It wasn't just the smell. But where the smell came from. People. His people. His relatives. The sickness had swept through his lands. In his home. It labored on his clothes, his skin, and his hair. He couldn't heal it. He couldn't shake it. And then it came for someone he cared for the most.
"Sesshomaru."
He heard his name ring in his ears. The soft call of his name. The sound was nearly drowned out by the smell. The sweet smell. It was pungent but slightly different. It was saltier. Despair. Marinated in sorrow. He tilted his head. Hibiscus, honey, and salt. The fresh floral smell was being overpowered by the sadness. How he longed for the pleasant smells to fill his home again. But the salt always came. Right after the sickness.
Sesshomaru sniffed again. His memory recalling the woman that smelled of sweets. He opened his eyes to see violet light envelope him. Citrine eyes narrowly wondered to the woman hovered over him. Beads of sweat covered her forehead and tears rained down her cheeks.
Did she know she was crying?
Why was she crying?
Why did he care?
"Oshun." He muttered, desiring to lean more into the fresh scent before falling into a dreamless sleep.
Oshun sat up straight. Her breath was heavy in her chest as she shook awake. Her violet eyes flickered around her. Cosmic magenta and purple hues faded slowly around her to reveal a precarious sight. The candle lit bedroom where Sessshomaru lay ill in the cabin was replaced with an immaculate setting. She looked to her fingers to see the remnants of the spell coating her fingers in violet light. Groggily she moved to push herself up on all fours and then into a seated position on her hind legs. The hardwood floor shined underneath her fingertips. The smell of lemon and light incense hung in the air. The ceilings were high like skyscrapers. The walls were carefully painted white and ordained with beautiful, elegant paintings of scenes and people. A child's voice echoed outside of the room.
She moved to the doorway and looked in the halls. Just as she looked, someone carrying a pile of colored sheets walked by where she stood. She yelped from the movement, but the person kept walking as if nothing was in her way. Oshun looked to the woman carefully noting her shiny blue skin and pointed horns coming from her head. She looked about at the others, women of some kind wearing similar outfits. Long blue and white skits shuffled among women with long sleeves. Their hair was knotted in intricate buns or braided down their back. Men wore similar outfits as they moved from one end to the other.
"What in the world…" She muttered as she moved out of the way of another person as they continued to all move quickly through the hallways. She followed one woman who seemed to be rushing towards the sound of the little girl. A door led to another until they reached what appeared to be an entrance into the grounds or garden. Sunlight shined instead of the harsh rain that wet her now dry skin. Red painted bridges that led over manicured ponds decorated the yard. The land was well manicured. Lush green grass covered the grounds. Tall intricate pagodas that were as far as she could see surrounded her in the distance. Floral trees, bushes and paved walkways were all about with people walking them with seemingly somewhere important to go. All very different in make and stature but a spirit of comradery banded them together. "Where am I?" Oshun muttered to herself, continuing to look about.
Suddenly a woman walked right through her leaving her disoriented for a minute. Oshun looked to see the woman go on as if seeing nothing. Oshun jumped back out of the way as another passed by with someone, gossiping to each other. They walked by as if she didn't exist. Oshun raised her hand and jumped in front of another one. They too walked through her as if she wasn't there. "Am I a ghost!" She yelled before touching her body, feeling her skin and hair. Nothing out of the ordinary.
"Lord Sesshomaru!" Yelled a now muffled scream.
A pull to her senses had her walking down the steps and across the courtyard. Before she realized what she was doing, she had bolted towards the opposite side of the building. People and the like phased through her body as she rushed forward. Some items fell from their hands and a few things knocked over which she took note of. But the urgency to get to the small voice that yelled for Sesshomaru was paramount. "Lord Sesshomaru?" She questioned as her feet hit the polished wood of what looked to be a library.
Men wearing odd dark navy hats and long robes colored in lighter blues and reds walked around. The smell of black ink hung on the drapes and scrolls that loitered the area. She rushed to the back where few and few men walked. Fear and concern pushed her will and the need for oxygen burned her lungs as she ran towards the sound. She turned the corner where two shadows appeared from the sunlight shining through the open windows. Something liquid like water covered the door, it shined black.
Oshun rushed in to see a demon dressed familiarly like the men in the robes whose eyes burned red hovered dangerously over a little girl. The little girl was covered in orange fabric that was now tainted in colored ink that fell all over the place. There were several stacked desks, shelves, books, and various items sprawled over the floor. Colored inks and quills decorated the floor at her feet. The sharp claws of her attacker flexed dangerously over her while the little girl crouched in a corner. Her small voice called out for Sesshomaru again.
"Leave her alone!" She yelled before moving her hand, her fingertips glowing violet. The desk and the items shined violet before rushing towards the demon. He growled viciously until his body shined violet and he was thrown back against the wall. The little girl looked up with wide eyes right at her. Before she realized it, the little girl scurried to her feet and ran into her legs. The black liquid vanished, leaving the doorway unblocked. Unlike the others, Rin didn't go through her but instead held onto the skirt of her purple dress.
"Please! Help me!" The little girl called out with a broken voice.
Oshun grabbed the girl's hand and ran. She all but dragged the poor girl behind her as they rushed through the halls. Rin at some point began yelling which way to go with her following her instructions. The guys holding books and walking looked shocked as they ran by. Some began sniffing the air and hissing, turning their heads from the direction they had come. Soon they both reached outside where they slid to a stop.
"Rin!"
Both looked to see a ball of light flash in the courtyard. A scurrying little green imp rushed up to her accompanied by an elegant older woman wearing a darker blue ensemble with a silver braid flowing down her back. Citrine eyes scanned the girl over before flickering about their surroundings. Her pale face was ashen as the imp broke out into hysterics and threats to get the demon that scared her.
"Rin!" The elder woman called, gathering the poor girl into her arms. Her body phased through Oshun as she did so. Oshun took a few steps back out of the way. "What happened? Are you injured!" She asked as she looked the girl over with a critical examination.
"Master Jaken. Lady Yuma." She answered with tears in the corner of her eyes. Men in hard metal armor and brandished weapons rushed into the building that they just came from. A commotion was heard as some of the scholars rushed out to take in the scene. Rin looked to the woman that she once was clutching and pointed. "I just went to get more colored inks since everyone was busy. Then the scholar attacked me. But she saved me!" The little girl said as she pointed her finger at Oshun.
Oshun's heart was beating in her chest as they looked to her. Everyone looked around suddenly away from her as if lost. Lady Yuma looked around; her aura flexed along with a few soldiers that stood about. "Rin, who are you talking about?" Jaken asked as he held his staff tightly in his hands.
"She's right there!" Rin pointed to Oshun again with more force. The sleeves of her formal orange kimono sliding down as she did so. "The pretty demoness is standing there. She threw that guy into a wall."
Lady Yuma and a few others flexed their auras about searching for a demoness or a spirit in front of them. Only the hostile energy from demon inside being arrested was felt. Oshun looked at everyone as they now turned their pitiful gazes at Rin. "Call the General and inspect the grounds. We may have intruders." Lady Yuma commanded as everyone began moving. Jaken rushed inside the building to see for himself what Rin was saying was true. Clearly, Rin did not possess any powers of any sort except for the meager training she just started with Lady Kagome and Kaede. Someone had to have been there to throw her perpetrator into a wall.
Rin watched as people moved about. Her claims of a woman standing before them, dying on the spot. Oshun stepped forward then to hopefully help the girl as everyone spoke about her. "Rin?" She tested the young girl's name out watching the girl look at her curiously.
Oshun looked to Lady Yuma who continued to hold the girl safely in her grasp. Rin watched in confusion as everyone went on without so much as looking at the woman calling her name. "How can they not see you?" Rin asked, looking at the woman.
"Rin, lets go to your quarters. You'll be safe there until this mess is sorted. I'm sure Lord Sesshomaru will be cutting the throats of many for this attack." Lady Yuma said as she helped Rin to her feet and ushered her to the big building where she came from.
Oshun walked behind them, hot on their tails. Rin kept looking back at Oshun not wanting to lose contact with the strange woman. Rin took in her dark skin and coiled hair wrapped on top of her head. Pieces of jewelry and strange shells hung from her hair and ears. The woman's purple hung off her shoulders in a way that she was told she should not dress. Yet somehow, it seemed fitting for the woman. She looked like she belonged in a garden. Frightened that she would leave, Rin kept looking at her. She tried desperately to not lose sight of her. Relief filled her to see the nice lady follow behind her.
They walked for some time until they came to her quarters. The women that Oshun now recognized as maids stood in formation outside of the corridor while some broke away. Clearly, not everyone had access to this space. Lady Yuma walked with Rin down the hall until they came into an entry way. Lady Yuma pulled back the door and both went inside with Oshun walking right inside. Rin walked to her desk in the corner. Lady Yuma crouched down and lightly touched her chin. "I'll be back to help you change and with snacks after I check in with the advisers and get in contact with Sesshomaru. Do not attempt to leave this room, Rin. It is not safe."
Rin nodded her head. Lady Yuma paused a minute at the exit to look around the room. Seeing no one, she closed the doors. Her voice was heard outside as she talked to the guards stationed at her door. Rin looked to the woman that stood there in the room with her. A sigh left her lips as she sat down on the floor in contemplation.
"Thanks for saving me!" Rin's tiny voice echoed in the room. She bowed politely to the woman with folded hands. "That demon… I don't think he ever liked me much."
Oshun watched Rin pick at her ruined kimono. The older woman cleared her voice, knowing the child needed an explanation to keep hysterics down. Oddly enough, the girl didn't so much as appear shocked. Curious more than anything. "Rin? Is that your name?" A language she had not known before fell from her lips. Her hands came up and covered her mouth hearing the strange syllables come from her lips. A language she now recognized as Japanese. Realization hit her that she was in the same place as the first vision she experienced. But why was she able to participate? Shouldn't she just "see" like her Baba?
The girl nodded her head enthusiastically, seeing the odd woman react to such a thing as a name. "I'm Rin. Who are you? Are you a ghost?" Rin asked straightly. "Why is it that I can see you, but they can't?"
Oshun shrugged her shoulders as she tucked a stray loc behind her ear. She was too shaken up from the whole ordeal. Somehow and for some reason, the truth to his ailment lay in Sesshomaru's past. But why did it take her to a battlefield first? Why was she sent here to this event? Granted both were traumatic in some way but not to Sesshomaru. And what was this little girl's connection with Sesshomaru? Oshun looked at the girl carefully, noting how just normal she looked. She felt no spiritual read on the young girl. She seemed normal. Well as normal as someone who was nonchalant about having a near death experience. Why wasn't she bawling in tears? How the girl was able to bounce back from near death went beyond Oshun. Pushing her thoughts behind her, she focused on simple introductions.
"My name is Oshun." She greeted politely. Her mind was spinning with questions and more questions. "And to be honest, I haven't figured that out. But I'm glad I was here for you."
"Me too!" Rin said as she sat down too. The skirt of her dress fanned out about her. "You're not from here. I can tell." Rin said as she began to chat to her new friend. "Wait until Lord Sesshomaru get here!"
Oshun bit her lip and moved closer to Rin. Her hands reached for the little girls, while searching for words to convey how very bad of an idea she thought that was. "Rin, I don't think you should tell…"
Suddenly the doors opened. Both turned towards the door to see the arrival of a party rushing in the door frame. The wooden doors nearly pushed off their alignment. The electrical aura of a powerful being exploded in the room causing whimpers and screams from some of the people in the halls. Rin's toys, drawings, and other knickknacks hanging about blew off the tabletops and walls from the force. Rin leaned on her arms, with a smile on her happy face. "Lord Sesshomaru! You came!"
Oshun's eyes grew wide just as his red rubicund eyes narrowed onto her instantly. His guards and Lady Yuma standing behind him looking about the room, searching for an attacker. Oshun opened her mouth to say something knowing this was a very dangerous situation. This dog demon is one of a very different nature than his older self. "Sesshomaru" She spoke softly wondering if he did indeed see her as much as his eyes was instinct was yelling at her that he could. Little did she know, he recognized her. He recognized her as the woman from his dreams the night prior.
