After letting Queeorment Kiko for a couple of seds, Lysaida stood from her chair and looked at the two.

  “I appreciate you dressing her properly rather in some two thousand Kris outfit that you’d find on a model” Lysaida ented. Clearly the woman was a menace around the pce. Made her wonder why they eve her around.

  “Two thousand?! Tell me that outfit didn’t cost that!” Kiko excimed, looking to Queeh a panicked expression.

  “Didn’t cost anything. I made it myself, for a woman who...went on to prove she didn’t deserve anything like it. So instead of having it going to waste, I thought I’d see if you’d fit into it” Queenie replied.

  “You’ll have to talk to her soon, you know” Lysaida ented, eyes still on the paperwork.

  “Let her e to me. I ain’t going there” Queenie replied.

  “Fair enough. Now get out, I’ve got work to do” Lysaida dismissed the two with a wave. As soon as they were out, Queeuro Kiko, but found the girl already staring.

  “She was a lot less…stern when we first met, and a lot more emotional” Kiko muttered. Queenie decided to drop her ideas to flirt with the girl and make her cheeks flush again, and just looked to the expnation.

  “She’s a Schattenganger. She walk through the shadows of most things, either anic or syic. She gets a sort of reading of the surroundings she steps into, like a magical radar. And going to your house, must have given her a bst of Drax's warm ahusiastiergy. Seeing you and telling you about him right after that must have cracked her a little. To be ho, I’m amazed the woman is still on her feet and not at the bottom of a bottle, or in a padded room. Her mental fortitude is amazing” Queenie’s voice was heavy with admiration, which retty o hear.

  “So, that’s the el’s default state? With a stare that crush walnuts?” Kiko quipped. Queenie looked at her with a frown, ly how a stare could crush walnuts.

  “No. She don’t really have a default state. She is aionally versatile woman. That was just paperwork mode” Queenie replied, before stopping outside a door in some wing. Kiko wasirely sure she could get back to where she was without Queenie, so kept close to the woman as she tinued her tour.

  “So….Strange question, but where is Asha, in the whole, hierarchy?” Kiko was gd that the question had popped into her head, it allowed her to talk to Quee also not in an obsessive co-dependant way. Gods she o get over that quickly.

  “Ahh, good question, actually. Asha is sort of an advisor. She doesn’t work for SIR officially, but is an associate attached to ODD in general. We have them for the Quasi-humans that had a wider, more varied culture. Some of them are basically just humans with extra arms. Others, like your father’s , have airely different outlook on life and need someone else to look after them. So, in our Hierarchy, she isn’t anywhere. In your hierarchy, she is quite highly pced” Queenie expined. “And oopic of pt, we o get you situated in a room. You have a spot isune quarters, Asha has some fortable burrows, and being close to her will be helpful for you” Queenie finished. Kiko, still struggling with the queen worship, just nodded her head.

  “Mmm. Being close to her will help ask what I do with this tail” Kiko made the ent and looked up, telling it to e out. It would, popping from the top of her skirt and swishily. It looked real, felt real, and the muscles that trolled the swishing motion - while strange - were definitely real. But if she told it to go, it went.

  “Wonderful. Follow me” Queenie ordered, heading deeper into the maze of corridors and making Kiko scramble to keep up.

  While setting a demanding pace, Queenie didn’t leave Kiko behind, making sure she could always keep up and measuriep when the girl seemed to be falling behiually, the two got to the Kitsune quarters, aered. It was certainly an intimate situation, with eight bunk beds, three across the left wall and three across the right, two bedside ets for each bunk.

  “You know, it occurs to me...the el said there weren’t any Kitsunes, or at least they were really uaffed. But there are quite a few here” Kiko muttered to Queenie.

  “These Kitsunes are special. They are basically aides to Asha, and low-positioned ambassadors to small s. A military still needs cooks and janitors and other trained personnel outside the soldiers. ’t make the soldiers do everything, after all. But Kitsunes hate to fight for us because of history reasons you’ll find out ter. So this is a good promise” Queenie replied. And then Kiko got mobbed by the other Kitsunes.

  Swiftly bombarded with rapid chitter about her Belonging, about how they were so happy to have a new sister, about tail-fluffing and ear-rubbing. Before she k she ged away from Queenie and into some sort of card game that she lost and had to brush everyoails as a penalty. And then after the game was over, she went to bed with another woman who liked to cuddle in bed. It was a very strange night, but there was a tight bond in her heart that she never felt. So it was ultimately, a good night.