Power filtered into the drowsing girl, trickling into young channels like raindrops in sand. A gentle, steady flow, that went on… and on….
Ayame yawned, and snuggled deeper into her grandfather’s arms. Himura straightened, smiling at Gensai as the Healer held the young hanyou curled against his shoulder. “That should mend it.”
“‘Jiisan? Is Ayame going to be all right?” Suzume blinked from Kaoru’s arms.
“She will, so long as we keep an eye on her. But your sister’s going to be sleeping a lot for the next week,” Gensai said softly. “Himura, she’s three!”
“Magic doesn’t flow as thickly here as the Uncleansed Lands,” Yamagata said gruffly from the far corner of the study, bending his head in a far less formal nod to Selenay. “She would have needed more time for her youki to grow.”
“Even had she been in Yamato, it is not always certain when the claws will arise,” Kenshin noted. “But one would advise you plan for her to receive her weapon no later than thirteen. If the claws are late, the fangs may be as well,” his face sobered, “and that often means the rage comes early.”
“Yoshiko said something like that. I have a fang of hers for each of them; she made certain I’d be prepared, in case-” Gensai looked away.
“‘Jiisan’s sad about ‘Kaasan again?” Suzume whispered.
“Oh, she wouldn’t want me to be sad.” Ayame tucked in one arm, Gensai hugged her little sister with the other, eyes suspiciously bright. “Not when I have such beautiful granddaughters to look after.”
“What happened?” Selenay asked softly.
“Gensai Yoshiko was samurai, and hanyou, and her children were in danger.” Kaoru surrendered her chair to the Healer, surreptitiously handing him some of the fluffy paper Yamato used for blowing noses as well. “She picked up a naginata and went to the wall with her husband.”
Selenay inclined her head, accepting what wasn’t said. “I see.” She cleared her throat. “A fang?”
“It is needed to create the sealing weapon,” Kenshin stated. “It must be one’s own, or blood kin, or adopted kin. None else will work.”
“Forgive an outsider for asking stupid questions,” Sejanes put in, “But what on earth happens if you have more children than teeth?”