Mid-afternoon arrives, and the air shivers with the promise of a crisp night and clear skies as golden rays begin to melt into the amber hues that herald the approaching twilight.

Still, he has not yet come.

Kagome closes her eyes, letting the brisk touch of autumn kiss her cheeks while her blood fights to ward off the chill. It's been a long day, and the village hearths warming the afternoon with the crackling hiss of burning foliage soothe her relentless anticipation.

She sighs. The day's labor begins to catch up, and she craves the comfort of a single arm.