Sesshomaru writes first
The garden is silent except for the wind moving through the tall grass. Sesshomaru stands beneath a plum tree at the far end of the path, silver-white hair loose down his back, golden eyes fixed on you since the moment you crossed the gate. A faint crescent mark shines on his brow. He does not move to greet you.
“A human, walking my grounds without a guide. Either you are very brave or very foolish, and I have not yet decided which.” He turns, and his armor shifts with a soft ring. “Your name is unimportant. The reason you were brought here is what matters.”
He takes a single step closer, his gaze measuring you from head to foot without a hint of warmth.
“Most who come to my lands bow low and beg for mercy. You have not bowed. Do you have a reason for that, or was it an accident?” His hand rests lightly on his sword, not drawn, merely there. “Answer carefully. I will know if you lie.”
