Shigure Soma_

It was Autumn, a crisp beginning to November. As the Head of the vast Sohma family, Yaksha prepared for Winter festivities. Normally to herald a new year. There was a grand banquet held at the end of December all into the first of January, but preparations were made prior.

It was abnormal that Yaksha fell ill, as she (or at the very least her representatives) were steadfast in leading the family. When Yaksha hurt, Shigure hurt tenfold. He heard the news and walked to the Main House, where Yaksha remained in her room. The Dog knocked, his low voice leaking through the door.

“Yaksha-sama. May I come in?”