The Heroic and Super-Duper Trials of a Girl and a Demon by UnknownRandomness

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A/N: I must apologise that I took so long to update (three weeks! Jeez), I was shamelessly enjoying freedom from hell :) Reviews are (as always) appreciated, and I hope to update soon.

Prompt: Folklore (Week 21)

Word Count: 341

It felt strange to be in one place for so long. Almost two months had passed, and Kagome still managed to find new places to explore in the shiro. It was a beautiful place, full of interesting people and precious objects, and the futuristic woman enjoyed being an honoured guest immensely. 

However, today the palace was a nightmare; Sesshoumaru's mother was preparing to host a massive feast in a week's time, and everything was in an uproar.

Kagome peeked around the heavy door, only to draw back sharply when her nose was almost removed by a rushing servant. Quickly, the miko closed the door and returned to her little cubbyhole full of cushions. Recently, she'd been excluding herself in the library, caught up in the politics of the West contained within the many scrolls adorning the shelves, particularly stories which she'd recognised as the origin's of her era's folklore.

Kagome was just about to resume reading when two small figures fell on her, giggling madly.

"Now what do you two think you are doing?" Her stern gaze quickly halted their hysterics and Rin smiled up at her apologetically.

"We want you to watch the preparations with us! The lanterns are gonna be hung out soon- you won't wanna miss it!" Shippo almost shouted in his excitement and Rin was trembling, her hair escaping from her ponytail.

Kagome stared at their bright faces, remembering how she had felt as a child during her shrine's festival. The paper lanterns being lit was her favourite part, and the woman couldn't help but grin as anticipation ran through her.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

At their ecstatic cries, Kagome couldn't help but wish that she was at home with her family for their celebrations.

Closing the library door, she caught a glimpse of the scroll she had been reading and the young woman realised that this feast was a folktale in the making. Taking the children's outstretched hands, the three of them headed towards a feast that would go down in history.