Speechless.
Izayoi was taught at an early age that she wasn't to speak unless she was spoken to when there were visitors. Not that she would have been able to speak anyway.
Breathless.
The man before her had beautifully striking features that she was quite sure no mortal man could EVER have. He had long silver hair tied up in a ponytail at the crown of his head. She was quite sure that if he ever had it unbound, that it would be longer than even her own hair. The blue stripe that adorned each cheek cast a striking contrast to his tan complexion. His golden eyes that looked stunning no matter his expression. Just in the few minutes she'd seen him, they'd gone from cold as ice to molten as lava. A fortnight ago when her father had announced that the Inu no Taisho would be making his arrival, Izayoi had no idea that her life would change forever.
"And who might this beautiful young lady be?" Inu no Taisho asked.
Oh Kamis. He's speaking to me.
"This is my daughter Izayoi, milord," came her father's reply.
"A pleasure to meet you, Izayoi," Inu no Taisho replied. "I'm the Inu no Taisho."
"N-nice to meet you, milord," Izayoi stammered. "Would you care for some tea in the sitting room?"
"I believe I would," was his response.
"Then please follow me and make yourself at home. I believe my father said you have much to discuss with him," stated Izayoi.