She gulped – too quickly. So quickly that an uncomfortable amount of air went down the hatch, along with the burning warmth of alcoholic berries. Her paw pressed against her lips with a short wheeze, eyes squeezed tight for a solid second. The cranebird turned to face the woman who caught her off guard, fixing her posture and clearing her throat as if nothing had happened, though her frosted gaze and shoulders would soften upon realizing who it was. An escaped breath of relief, then, airy laughter.

Lady Raisa,

A warm smile reserved for the once ally was offered, approaching the striped tigress while a white tassel danced over her hips like flowing silk. Izumi’s chin sought to rest against her shoulder as her neck curved into her own, and the Empress only hoped she did not notice the slightly fuddled gait.

It has been far too long, young matriarch. How are you? How is your family?