Northstar Vale kyoto

When she came upon the little prince she was admittedly a bit flush, a bit distracted. There was a lot going on within the Vale for her to keep track of. Today, on her way to make another offering to Reiko and ham it up in a sisterly manner, she carried the dis-articulated limb of some hoofed beast. In life it may have been a roe deer, while in death, having had its body broken down and stored, it was now some kind of toy or - perhaps a bludgeoning tool. It was not enough to stuff her sister with nameless herbs and hope for the best; she had to appeal to the royal children too, now. They were old enough to be an irritant. She needed them on her side for when they were older.

So when she approached the den and watched for signs of life, Hime noticed the pale shape of one of the kids. They were not within the den, and for all Hime could tell, they were alone. Something interested them in the dirt and - with some level of revulsion and clear horror playing across her regal face - Hime watched as the child grabbed, tugged at, and then consumed a thick-bodied worm.

Her jaw hinged. The hoof dislodged and hit the ground with a thunk. Hime turned a little green but shut her mouth, swallowed her true feelings and then cleared her throat. Ahem... Little prince, this is for you. It is much better for your teeth than... That.