The Head Envoy seemed to be of the same beast race as the Beast Queen herself: a beautiful, purple-haired kitsune.
Her hair was a deep shade of violet, cascading down her back in silken waves, and her fox ears were tall and pointed, turning and twitching with alert awareness.
Her violet and dark kimono reflected her majestic status and high class, the fabric rich and intricate, embroidered with patterns that seemed to shift and change in the fading light.
The way she moved and carried herself... There was no mistaking it, this was—
"Where is he? Benjamin Mark, I mean," were the very first words to escape her lips the moment she crossed the threshold.
She was desperately looking around to see if he would appear suddenly, her neck craning and her head swiveling in rapid, jerky motions, as if sheer force of will could conjure him from the empty air.
Did she think he was a heavenly spirit to be summoned?
