The mid-morning sun warmed the polished cobblestones of Old Shinkotsu as Peko walked down the center of the bustling avenue.
Old Shinkotsu was a pristine snapshot of a bygone era. Massive wooden estates with sweeping, tiled roofs lined the streets, while wealthy Beast-folk merchants and nobles walked past her wearing meticulously tailored, traditional silk garbs. It was a district built on strict discipline and wealth, but the moment Peko stepped into the flow of traffic, the entire street organically shifted around her.
She moved with the indifferent dignity of a wandering empress. Long strands of chestnut hair caught the sunlight, framing striking violet eyes that scanned the historic architecture with an unwavering calm. Her crisp white robes flowed around her without catching a single speck of dust, giving her the ethereal presence of a fairy gliding over the earth.
