You can't see us, but we are here. When you don't feel, we feel for you. We have names: guardian, protector, angel. I watched him grow, and he cannot see me, but I love him.
The first-time Kagome became a watcher; she saw a baby.
In her eyes, he was beautiful.
In her eyes, he was perfect.
The moon became her favorite object, for he was adorned with one.
Silver became her favorite color, for resting on the top of his tiny head was a wonderful mess of it.
The molten gold of his eyes, even in infancy, took in the world in with alertness but were open.
Curiosity, hope, innocence, purity.
It won't stay that way, but she will love him.
Their eyes met, and he smiled.