Miso Yamada had kept the Sons of Rin waiting for a good thirty minutes before she made her rather grand appearance. She offered them the usual pleasantries afforded visitors, but the moment they refused tea she understood that this was not a social call.
With a rather flamboyant sigh she gestured her hand in a fashion that indicated they could speak freely. There was no hesitation from the one known as Mikio of the Ishi. He was the younger of the two. Said to be of extraordinary intelligence, though there were rumors that his mental status was somewhat questionable.
“Forgive our unannounced visit,” He began rather politely. “We present ourselves before the Matriarch of the Yamada in hopes that a reasonable agreement can be made regarding the last of the Tylo clan.”
“How politely you speak is deceptive, Son of Rin. For I am not the type of woman who cannot hear the hiss of your forked tongue. Let us not pretend and simply get to the heart of this matter. You have come to request that I relinquish the girl to your care.”
“It would be in her best interest. The cursed eyes of the Tylo can drive a weak mind insane. Long have the Ishi seen it. You and I sit here today the last of her family line. Won’t you consider allowing me to care for her.”
The Ishi were said to be born of the God Rin and that some of them existed at the very dawn of men. Miso hardly believed in such nonsense, but she knew that the two before her were at the very least older than she was. There were none among the clans of Aslann that did not know the name Mikio Ishi and that of his older brother Kuro; not simply descended from the gods, but born of them. Those were the stories.
Still, Miso was not swayed by their fearsome presence, nor would she buckle beneath their deformed appearances. “In her best interest,” She repeated the words. “Were those the words spoken by your clan when they took other Tylo by force? No, I think your request has nothing at all to do with what is best for that girl. You want the last bit of strength descended from the most powerful Tylo to exist. Tell me I am mistaken.”
Her challenge was answered with a shift of the eyes from Kuro of the Ishi as he looked upon his younger brother. “Please Lady Yamada,” Mikio responded. “My clan has agreed to do this my way. They will not seek her out if you and I can come to some sort of agreement. However, I will not be able to hold them back forever. The Elder of the Ishi is insistent….”
Miso cut him off, “Tell your Elder if he wishes to speak with me on this matter he can slither his way out of his snake hole and present himself. Until then, the girl shall remain within the care of the Yamada and if the Ishi choose to challenge my decision there will be consequences.”
“Oh,” The oldest mused with a deviant smile and a laugh, “We will relay your message to the Elder, but I think those consequences will be far more dire for the Yamada if you refuse us again.”
The charming smile presented by Miso never once faded, “I am not afraid of the Sons of Rin. Now if you will excuse me, I have other matters in need of my attention. Please show yourselves out.”