Blindly, Kaoru reached out and grabbed. Hair. Hair’s good. “Don’t you… dare go… anywhere….”
:Aha!: A silvery chime of hooves outside. :There you- oh. Er. Oops….:
Kaoru felt that growl, shivering through her collarbone. Blinked. Drew in a shaky breath. What- what am I doing….
Clawed fingers released her.
“You are not sure.” Red bangs shadowed his gaze, hid his face as he turned away. “One would never… force any who were not sure.” He held his breath. Let it out slowly, stepping back to catch the breeze from the entrance.
So he doesn’t catch my scent….
Sunlight glinted off claws as Kenshin flexed his fingers. Slowly – deliberately – cracked his knuckles. “Sanosuke?”
:Um-: Embarrassment colored the Companion’s mind-voice. :I can see this is a really bad time, and I-:
“One would suggest you run.”
“This is… this is just….” Eldan walked back and forth along the torn-up turf of Sanosuke’s mad dash, shaking his head as he tried to pick out the faint traces of one particular hitokiri hot on the fleeing Companion’s trail. “I think the gardeners are in shock.”
:I think the gardeners aren’t the only ones,: Sayvel put in privately.
:Nope,: Kerowyn thought wryly. She rose from her haunches, convinced she’d gotten all she was going to out of following this particular trail. “Explains where the Yamato get legends of flying youkai.”
“Kero- how can you-” Eldan waved his hands. “He chased down a Companion!”
“I seem to recall you did a lot more than run down and thwack one particular noble over the head when he interrupted some of our time off,” Kerowyn chuckled. “Gods, poor Kaoru. Did you see her when we handed Yahiko over? If she were any redder I’d swear she’d been dunked in the Vale’s hot spring and left to boil.”