She’s gone. Kaoru let out an explosive sigh, listening to Sano’s hoof-falls as they left the engawa for the courtyard. “Are you sure you’re all right?”
“Hai. Kaoru-dono, please-“
“You’ve been in a fight. I felt you tear through the ropes on me. I’m hoping Kerowyn thinks you just used a knife. Let me see.”
Kenshin’s fingers clenched. Reluctantly uncurled in her grip.
Even after almost two weeks, Kaoru’s breath still caught in her throat. ‘Tousan told me, but I couldn’t really believe….
Instead of nails, pale claws graced the swordsman’s fingers; translucent as a white cat’s, with a hint of the silvery sheen of a Companion’s hooves.
Probably for some of the same reasons, Kaoru thought. Hanyou live in energy. But it doesn’t bleach them. Which doesn’t make sense – hold on. Firebirds live in energy too, don’t they? They’d have to, to spread fires the way they can. And they don’t bleach. Not unless they’re like Adept Firesong’s bondbird, who lives in node-magic with the rest of the Tayledras. Maybe it’s more like what Healers use? But then again – Sun-Priest Karal’s Altra is something like a Companion, and he’s got red markings. She stroked her fingers along the graceful curves, remembering their warm smoothness against her cheek. So gentle in that touch, when they could be so terrible in anger. Alone, those claws could shred flesh and blood like knives. With Kenshin’s will and Gift to back them, one slash could take down small trees.
At least we don’t have to spend a lot of time chopping firewood around here lately….