Her black eyes locked onto the Nighttime Sun, pale hands clasped, and kneeling in the traditional position. Lying before her on the stone floor, her mirror reflected the Moon's light, bathing Kanna in a silver glow.
This is how Naraku found his servant, like so many times before, sitting on the castle balcony in rapt contemplation. Leaning against a marble wall, he watched Kanna for several moments. Dressed all in white, with her snowy hair, it was no wonder that the little Spirit called the Moon "Mother."
Naraku walked over to her, curiosity finally besting him, his footsteps creating no sound as he moved. Kanna didn't even look at him as he kneeled beside her, his black kimono spreading about them both like a shadow. A tiny, wisp of a smile flickered across her face…her secret smile, Naraku thought with a tinge of jealousy, which she reserved for his presence only.
"Good evening, Master," Kanna whispered, her voice as the rustling tree-leaves. A beautiful sound…
"And to you, Kanna," he replied. A deep stillness fell over the two. "What are you doing?" he asked, frowning.
"I am praying to Mother," she murmured, after a minute.
Naraku blinked, looking from her to the Moon, then back again. "For what purpose?"
With a small laugh, Kanna turned her eyes to him at last, giving to him her sweet smile. "One does not always need a reason to speak with Mother," she said gently, their gazes meeting…a shiver went down Naraku's spine.
She continued, even softer. "Sometimes, it is nice to have a companion, to which one can bear their soul to…even if She is a quiet one."
Picking up her mirror, Kanna stretched and stood. She rested her hand on his cheek for a moment, before walking back inside, leaving him and his soul to the silent moonlight.
