The stray Marisa froze, her eyes fixed on Reimu.

The vivid red ribbon.

The beautiful, black hair.

The well-ordered features, without stain or flaw.

The pure eyes.

Marisa had never seen such a beaukkuri in all her life as a stray. That's "beau" as in "beautiful".

Marisa's heart was won in an instant by the fierce gaze of Reimu glaring at her.

Marisa's heart was won in an instant by the fierce gaze of Reimu glaring at her.