Concis: Chapter 95

Jun 26, 2007 13:01



--A Song For Her Lord--

The little girl sang quietly, simultaneously plucking the delicate flowers to add to her bouquet. After she had collected what seemed to be a decent sized posy, she looked up, only to see that Lord Sesshoumaru was continuing on his way, obviously unaware of or unconcerned with Rin's pressing need to be among the wildflowers. After dusting off her old kimono, she ran after him, her light song growing and weaving around the traditional folk melody.
However, as always, it was only a few moments until Jaken turned and snapped at her, his sallow features looking pinched and tired. “Girl! Cease your noise.” With a furtive look at the stoic tai-youkai, he hissed at her, “You're disturbing Lord Sesshoumaru!”

Suddenly, the small demon tripped, flying head over heels as his staff landed several feet away. A look of astonishment was on his face as Sesshoumaru looked down at him, his eyes burning with an icy fire. “Let her sing.” As Jaken picked himself up, quaking slightly, the little girl's song wound through the treetops.

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Consider this a pre-emptive advertisement for Cadence. Not that I actually have anything much written for Cadence yet. *sigh*. Contraire is limping along, Concis is five chapters from being done forever, Conclure doesn't even have its first chapter yet, and Crepescule is a tad cliche. Maybe That's Why is barely begun; not to mention that Love Never Fails is officially D-E-A-D. Aw, well. I guess it's my fault for having too many projects/prospective projects going at once. Regardless, I will cry when I post the last chapter of Concis. I got a record of ::nine:: reviews for the last chapter, mostly because I inadvendently accused all my readers of being Kikyo bashers. Oops.

I hate it when I confuse readers, though. I have a funky brain- at times, I can go from point A to D, skipping B and C on the way, and I forget that other people can't read my mind. Garh.

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