||[Jun. 13th, 2005|09:33 am]
Prelude: an Inuyasha Roleplay
The journey had been a long one, but that had been expected. The distance from the Northern Territories to the Western Lands was known to be quite far, and the young, noblewoman had actually enjoyed the journey somewhat. To trek across new lands and see new sights had been refreshingly new content for the weathered, old journal she carried along, tucked away safely at her side at all times. She'd almost been able to forget the reason she'd been sent so far away from home...|
However, now that the small party, consisting only of herself, an advisor, and a few guards had crossed the threshold of the lands belonging to the great, youkai son of the infamous Inutaishou, recollection of the duties she was expected to perform to further her mother's tyranny swiftly became the only thing she could mull over in her mind. Jittery, nervous, and extremely uncomfortable already, Yuufa fell back to the rear of the group, her pace suddenly becoming quite, uncharacteristically sluggish.
The fragile-looking, shadow youkai, youngest daughter of the infamous Lady of the North bit her lip as black, empty eyes darted about the forest as they continued onward, as though frightened that something might pop out at any moment. Did Sesshoumaru-sama already know they were here? Had Mother really sent word that they would be arriving soon as a friendly visit from what would soon be the Empire of the North, or would the lord not know of their intentions and be wary of them? Would she be able to fulfill the task Mother had set out for her?
The slightest of whimpers escaped Yuufa's lips as her thoughts drifted to the ulterior motives that her diplomatic mission had. How could one such as she, a youkai born without any semblance of a backbone, be so bold in a manner that would not offend the lord? Besides, didn't dog youkai only mate with other dog youkai? There was no chance that she could impress this youkai enough to have him desire to wed a strange, clumsy youkai noble from the North... Mother's expectations were too high again, but she knew not what she would do if she managed to fail, as she was certain she would.
"Might we stop for just a moment?" came her soft, barely audible voice, piping up from the back. The guards nodded in ascent, though the advisor, Yutaro, threw a sharp look in her direction, acutely aware of the young youkai's apprehension regarding this mission. The entire reason he had been sent was to ensure that Yuufa did not attempt to escape her duties and to patch up any botches that she would undoubtedly create. "It'll be just... just a moment," she said, shrinking down a bit under Yutaro's scrutinizing gaze. "If that's alright, of course." The court advisor sighed heavily, waving his hand to the young "princess" dismissively.
"Hurry it up, Yuufa-sama," he replied, his words no matching the title to her name. Yuufa paid it little heed however and bowed, rushing off for a moment into the wood towards the sound of a brook that her acute hearing had picked up along the path.
With a sigh, the youkai began to relax a bit for the first time since they'd entered the Western Lands, taking a seat by the brook. Away from her little entourage, she felt as though she were finally allowed to breathe... Slowly, she dipped her hands into the brook, splashing a bit of water onto her face to cool herself off and hopefully refresh herself a bit.
As she caught glimpse of her reflection in the stream, an idea formed in Yuufa's head. Perhaps practice might help! Black eyes again darted about the clearing, making certain that she was truly alone. When both her vision and ears picked up nothing, she turned again to the stream, smiling at her reflection.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, my lord," she said politely. The smile faded and she sighed. That had been atrocious. It hadn't been loud enough by a long shot, and her articulation was horrendous. The youkai composed herself, turning again to the water. "Sesshoumaru-sama, I am quite pleased to make your acquaintance..." Yuufa shook her head. "Dreadful... Positively dreadful." She needed to sound more confident. "I am Yuufa of the Northern Territories. It is upon the desire to establish a friendship between our great lands that my mother has sent me this day. I sincerely hope, Sesshoumaru-sama, that you will accept this sign of good faith that we might continue to speak about the future of our lands." That hadn't been too awful, if she could only recall it upon meeting Sesshoumaru-sama.
For good measure to complete her rehearsal, Yuufa reached into her sleeve to retrieve the rare, ceremonial dagger that was so precious to her country, the gift she was to offer the lord of these lands...
Upon feeling no handle to grasp, Yuufa's eyes widened, and she began to frantically search the contents of her sleeve, pouch, and even her journal. Still, the dagger was nowhere to be found. If it had been possible, the youkai would've paled considerably, so dizzy did she feel. She'd forgotten the dagger... How could she have forgotten the dagger?
"It... it simply has to be here!" she squeaked, patting herself down as she searched futilely for the dagger. Mother would have her head for this...