When my proprietor casts a particularly strong spell, I greedily leech some of that power, and her magic must be potent because the little I steal away gives me a surge like no other. I would even dare to say I almost feel whole. A flash of the real world is given to me and in that barely perceivable blink of time, I drink in as many details as possible.
Skies that were often too blue. Trees. Lots of trees. Fields. And rice paddies? Occasional mountains. Sparkling pink light that zipped straight past my fleeting visions. A glimpse of fire red. Of hair that was too white to be the natural gray of old age. A different red that was undoubtedly the crimson of blood. Hair as black and shiny as that of a raven's feathers. And I just knew that had to be Kagome for some unexplainable reason.