Jean
Masanori hated politics.

He always had, even when he was but a child, just barely old enough to understand the concept of court. It wasn't the hours of dull negotiation, or the rigidity of the etiquette, or even the stuffy, ostentatious outfits that soured him on it. The backstabbing. The conniving. The *Scheming*. Courts were a battlefield all their own, but the conflict that raged within them was not the honest, straightforward clash of steel and spirit that punctuated the life of a bushi. It was a subtler, more sinister kind of battle. One of opinion, carefully shaped by rumor and gossip and intrigue beside. 

But court was a battle none-the-less, as much as the chui scorned it. There were winners, and there were losers, and whenever the diplomats of great clans clashed, casualties were inevitable. Ide Nakato was one such casualty. While Masanori had busied himself collecting intelligence and prowling the seedy underbelly of Ryoko Owari to further their clan's cause, the superior he had been made to serve had decided to serve himself. In his hubris, he overreached, just as he had in the Burning Sands, and so found himself stripped of the responsibilities of ambassador. In the middle of a diplomatic crisis, the Unicorn were without a leader.

Until the damnable letter arrived.

Kazuko vexed him. Even from hundreds of miles away, she managed to vex him. Leadership was not something Masanori shied away from. From the day he was old enough to want anything at all, he had wanted to be like their mother. To lead brave soldiers into battle, to defeat any who dared oppose the proud Utaku legions, and win honor and glory for their clan and family alike. From nikutai to gunso to chui, he had climbed the ranks of their esteemed army. His position as an officer was well-earned, forged on the field of battle against the Lion during the War of the Plains. Had she asked him to lead troops against the Scorpion? To seize the city by force of arms? There would be no hesitation.

But his esteemed sister had not asked that of him. Instead, she asked that he step into the role of ambassador, and lead their kinsmen not from the front lines, but from the comfort of the ponderously opulent Ide residence. Not alone, of course. She couldn't even trust him to accomplish that much by his lonesome—instead, he was made to share the responsibility was a mere vassal samurai. As if she hadn't slighted him enough by making him her personal messenger and condemning him to the pit of sin that was Journey's End.

The news had blackened his mood significantly. Being made to move his affairs into the gaudy halls of the residence proper did not help matters. He had refused a room in the building for a reason—the austere canvas walls of a proper yurt were far more inviting to a man who lived for battle. But when samurai of standing would call upon the Unicorn, it would be he who met with them, and such meetings would invariably take place in the residence's solar. Practicality won out over desire in the end, and his miniscule belongings were to be chauffeured into the domed dwelling that had served his predecessor so well. 

Until his sweet sister decided to arrive in the city and wrestle command of the situation away from him, at least. 

The servants of the residence were as able as any he had known, but Masanori had insisted upon packing his equipment away himself. It gave him a few, final moments of solemn silence in the comfort of his yurt, admiring the fine lacquered plates of his armor as he carefully retrieved it from its stand. A disturbance from outside the flap of his impromptu home called him away, however. One of the servants awaiting his leave to carry the heaviest of his belongings, speaking with another.

"A thousand pardons, honored samurai. Utaku-sama is indisposed with important matters at the moment. Might I ask what business you have with him?"

A scoff left his lips. Were the hounds already sniffing about for him? He could count the number of visitors he had hosted prior to his appointment on a single hand. Now they meant to swarm him.

"See them in, Ryo-san," He raised his voice enough to be heard even from within the yurt, his tone as stern and authoritative as it ever was, "I am not so busy as to refuse a guest."

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Bruce
Tsumugi hated politics, just like her older brother.

She always had from a young age. There was nothing she liked about being in court, or being a courtier. Negotiating was incredibly boring, etiquette was too confining, and having to switch from her usual more breezy outfits to those formal stuffy outfits was a total turn off. Then, there was the backstabbing, scheming and conniving. She could never do such a thing. She swore that she would rather die than become a courtier or anything close to resembling one. Tsumugi was not only extremely glad that her path was laid out for her as a bushi, but to be an Utaku Battle Maiden in the Unicorn clan was just the most perfect thing ever. 

The life of a bushi was more her cup of tea, and she loved the feel of a weapon in her hand, be it a katana, a naginata or a bow. The weight of actions was something she appreciated more than words, and this is how it has always been for her. Yet another reason why the life of a courtier was not for her.

Tsumugi was fully aware of the perpetual tension that existed between her older siblings. It was almost impossible to be clueless about it. The both of them seemed to be the thorn in each other's flesh, and she was content to be the neutral party in most situations, although personally she favoured her brother more. 

This was no secret to anyone in the family, especially after the incident in her youth where she had lived with Masanori and his Moto foster family in Khanbulak. After hearing about his new position as the ambassador of their clan, she hoped to surprise him and bring him some solace, hopefully seeing his younger sister would offer him some comfort.

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Her arrival in Ryoko Owari Toshi was nondescript, but yet it seemed that news of her arrival had already made their way around the city. Her horse, Nobu was handed off to the stablehands, and she made the rest of the way on foot. Many curious pairs of eyes followed her as she made her way through the city on route to the Ide residence. Tsumugi was well used to the curious eyes of interested samurai, men and women alike, and this time was no different. She knew that it would be long, perhaps, a day or two before the suitors for her hand made their way to the residence. She was not well-versed in such matters and often left such delicate matters to the advice of her betters, such as her parents, or in their absence her older siblings. Her attendant who followed her was also no stranger to the roving eyes her mistress received.

Eventually making her way into the Ide residence, she made a beeline towards Masanori's yurt, hoping to still find him there packing, and giving him a good surprise. At least, she hoped that seeing her would be a good surprise. His servant stationed outside was quick to address her. She was about to speak when she heard the familiar voice of her brother from inside the yurt. Gesturing for her attendant to wait outside, Tsumugi tried her best to enter as silently as she could to uphold the surprise, she then spoke. 

"Greetings. Onii-sama." Holding her wineskin in her hands as she shook it gently with one of those warm endearing smiles she was so well known for. "Airag?"

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Jean
Once he had given the okay to the vulture circling his yurt to enter, Masanori returned to the task at hand. It might have been rude not to properly welcome a guest into his dwelling, but it was equally rude to call upon an ambassador without first going through the proper channels. He was in the process of settling his proud helmet into its trunk when the sound of a familiar voice took him aback. There was only one soul in the world who referred to him in such a way.

Immediately, he stood straight and turned to face his sister, just in time for her to extend a skin full of airag for him. His features remained steely as he took her in, but his eyes told a different tale, as they so often did; surprise, at first, then concern and consideration, before eventually settling on a terse relief. Part of him wished to curse Kazuko for not informing him that she would be sending along their younger sibling along to join him, but he couldn't rule out that Tsumugi had insisted on coming of her own volition. She had done the very same in protest when he was hurried off to Khanbulak as a boy. 

"Tsumugi-san," There was an unusual softness to his voice as he considered what to say to her, "Would that I had known that you were coming, I would have prepared tsai. It is rather early to drink."

The softness in his words managed to work its way into his posture—his arms opened themselves and raised just enough to gesture her in for a hug.

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Bruce
The reaction she received was along the lines of what she had expected. The only surprise was that he had not taken up her offer for the beverage they both like. Too early to drink, he said. "It is never too early to drink." As if to emphasise her point, she removed the stopper, and took a swig of airag like it was water. "More for me later, I guess." 

Tsumugi found that she had missed the softness of his tone he often used with her more than she thought she did. 

It has been a long time since the two had spent any sizable amount of time together. Her coming to the city was not her older sister's decision, but her own. There wasn't really any reason why she needed to stay away, especially since Masanor's new posting gave her an opportunity to create for herself a purpose to visit and spend some time with him. She addressed his carefully considered words for her. 

"Had you known I was coming, there would have been tsai, but not the expressions I had just witnessed. That alone is better than any tsai I have ever had."

Masanori's posture softened further as his arms opened up and gestured her in for a hug. Tsumugi needed no further invitation. She quickly stepped into his arms, and hugged him. "How's life treating you big brother? Happy to see me? I sure do hope so." The playful spark of her personality showing up towards the end of her question.

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Jean
When Tsumugi slipped into his arms, Masanori brought them inwards and pulled her into a tight embrace. It had been a long while since he had been able to enjoy the solace of a simple hug, and given the trials he had been made to undertake since arriving in Ryoko Owari Toshi? It was a welcome thing indeed. He simply held her close for a few lingering moments, his chin resting atop her head as he squeezed her tight, in the way he always did.

"I am," He answered softly, though eventually he loosened his bear hug on her and allowed her to step back, giving her a brief once over, "I have missed you, though it has not be half so long as it feels."

It was a damnable thing that his younger sister had surprised him on such a day. Ordinarily, he would have already been working on preparing them tea to enjoy as they caught up, but his cook fire had long since been snuffed out, and his heavy kettle packed away. The airag she had brought would have to do for the matter of refreshments. He gestured her to follow him over to his low table, which had yet to be shuffled away by the staff, where a duo of cushions remained on either side, covered in thick quilts for further comfort during long meetings.

"Happy as I am to see you, what brings you here? Surely you cannot have simply come for my sake alone. Did mother bid you to come? Onee-san did not mention your in her letter."

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Bruce
Tsumugi closed her eyes when her older brother embraced her. She relished every moment of the bear hug, the warmth, the touch of his chin atop her head, the nostalgia of many such moments in her childhood all came flooding back to her. Oh, how she has missed these. A grin spread across her visage as he agreed that he was happy to see her. As Masanori gestured for her to make their way to his low table, the Battle Maiden followed suit, plonking her plump derriere on one of the fluffy cushions on her side of the table. 

She took another swig of airag from her wineskin before placing it on the table. Her brother seemed to have a burning question on his mind, and voiced it out without any further delay. Her reason for the visit. "Visiting you is one of the main reasons for coming. As for the other reason, well, mother did not exactly order me to come, but she did mention in my presence that she would feel better if her younger daughter was there in Ryoko Owari Toshi to aid in supporting the clan's interests." 

Tsumugi paused for a moment before she continued with a sigh. 

"She also mentioned that perhaps my appearance in the city would expose me to better potential suitors who could offer far more than ever before. You know mother, always thinking and calculating. As for Onee-sama, I do not know anything about her plans. Seeing as you have her letter, you must know more than me."

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Jean
Though he was happy to see his younger sibling, Masanori could not hide the consternation on his face. Was it that their mother did not trust him to handle their affairs alone? Or had the previous ambassador's failings increased the priority their leadership placed upon Ryoko Owari Toshi? It was a difficult thing to say. As was so often when speaking of matters regarding their family, one difficulty became another, and so the young warrior chose to speak on the matters of marriage over those of diplomacy, though both did vex him.

"She has been more allowing with us than most would," It was a rare enough thing to come to his mother's defense, but he could at least acknowledge her fairness in the matters of matrimony, "Kazuko is near thirty and still delaying her marriage. I have not had the time nor inclination to take a bride, and you are on your twenty fourth summer."

It was a difficult enough thing to recognize—both that he had neglected to begin his lineage at such an age, and that even little Tsumugi was well into the age of motherhood. But he could not shy away from it forever.

"We have conducted ourselves impeccably in service to the clan's military... But I believe okaasan no longer wants for officers. She wants for *Grandchildren*."

His hand reached across the table, gesturing for the airag. Perhaps it was not too early to drink after all.

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Bruce
She could feel her brother's mind churning and whirling as thoughts of self doubt began to creep into his mind. She didn't need to be a mind reader to know of such things. She had spent enough time in his company to recognise such a look on his face, and she looked to hopefully ease his feelings with some words of her own. 

"I am certain that it is not that mother did not trust you, instead it is because of the previous ambassador's failings that such an embarrassment to the clan must not happen again. She has placed her faith in you to not let such events happen again." Tsumugi may not be as wise as her older siblings, but she was observant and picked up on things from time to time. She nodded in agreement when Masanori spoke about their mother being more lenient with them than most parents would have been. 

He then began to delve into the matters of marriage, and she was already starting to know where this path would lead. She knew that both her older siblings had no intentions of being wed, for they had other inclinations, but Tsumgi shared no such sentiments. She was an Utaku Battle Maiden afterall, and traditionally marriage traditions would not affect her like the women of the other clans. Perhaps, her feelings about marriage would be different otherwise. 

"You are half right about that Onii-sama. It is not that Okaasan no longer wants officers. She has plenty of them at her beck and call, and can more whenever she wants or needs. What she does not have is grandchildren, and those are difficult to come about."

As Masanori gestured for the skin of airag, she tossed it towards him.

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Jean
Masanori could only sigh as the airag landed in his hands. He shook the bag thoroughly, breaking up any particularly egregious clumps before he uncorked it and took a long swig. The taste was familiar and comforting, but even the sweet tang of fermented mare's milk did little to alleviate the woes of marriage. 

"That's what I just said, Tsumugi-san," His little sister could also vex him at times, but that was a given. It was rare enough that a member of his own family didn't cause some level of consternation, if not by their deeds then by their words, "Although I suppose she's rather more concerned with you and onee-san than me. She has more use for future Shiotome than for marriage alliances. Perhaps it is for the best. I fear I lack the political acumen to survive a Doji wife."

The day he was expected to put aside the Utaku name—the one that he had fought so hard under the banner of—would be a bitter one indeed, and he hoped that it never came to pass, despite the precedent set by their ancestors. 

"Have you considered any of the offers? I am often not privy to these affairs: again, for the better. My duties are taxing enough without the added need to test the mettle of every would-be brother-in-law who comes riding to Shiro Utaku Shojo."

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Bruce
It seemed that matters were worse than it seemed when her older brother's mood did not improve after taking a swig of the beverage. She knew that what she said frustrated him by his choice of words to her comment alone. He wasn't wrong that her mother was more concerned by her daughter's marriages than his own, as should he marry into a prestigious family, it would be more likely than not, that he would have to take up his wife's family name. 

She was aware of how hard her brother has fought for recognition and appreciation under the Utaku name.

"A *Doji* Wife? Has there been a mention of a white haired Doji suitor for you that I am unaware of? She said, teasing her brother for his choice of words. The topic was then switched to that of her own suitors. "To be honest, I haven't heard much about the suitors. I was told that unless I heard the name of a particular suitor mentioned three times by okaasan in the conversations relating to marriage, it is highly likely that she does not approve of the man.' 

Placing her hand on her chin as she pondered. The only name I have heard that was mentioned twice so far was a suitor from the Crab clan. There may be others, but I have not heard of them. I don't know of any specifics, but should this Crab man pass mother's watchful and calculative thoughts, the details will be revealed."

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Jean
"Suitress, Tsumugi-san. I know the men of the Doji family are not so different from their female counterparts, but the last thing I need to find out is that mother means to find me a husband."

Another long swig of airag followed, if only to try and wash the bad taste of marriage out of his mouth. It was a little easier to stand when it was someone else's marriage, admittedly, and so he made efforts to focus more on his sister's apparent lack of matches. 

"I would not have imagined a Crab to count himself among your potential husbands, but it would reinforce our position in the city well enough. If they were to actually commit to a side, that is. As it stands, they seem set on appearing neutral to all parties, though I am sure they are entertaining offers behind closed doors," If there was one thing he wanted to talk about less than marital matters, it was matters of politics, though the two did tend to go hand-in-hand, "I suppose it goes to show even the most boorish of samurai have a taste for scheming."

He corked the flask of airag and passed it back over the table, realizing that he had been the one talking for much of their conversation. It was good manners to at least entertain Tsumugi's thoughts on the matter—it *Was* Her hand at stake. 

"How do you feel about this news? Surely you have a preference of some kind. It would do you well to make it known, before mother begins working out details with a nakodo."

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Bruce
Tsumugi simply listened as her brother began speaking about what he knew about the Crab clan and their alignment in the grand scheme of things. As always, when the topic of marital matters pivoted to others instead of himself, he was more than happy to speak more about them. She didn't blame or judge him for doing so. 

It was not in her character to judge someone, anyone in that form of manner. She always tended to give someone the benefit of the doubt, which most likely made her a poor politician or negotiator. Judging or calculating your opponent's moves in the battle of wits and actions was vital, and this was an area she sorely lacked.

She was then asked how she felt about the news. "How do I feel about this? Of course I have a preference. I would prefer my future husband to be handsome if possible. If not, not being ugly would be great. Looks aside, I hope he has a kind heart as well. Perhaps, I am too naive to dream that such a suitor exists." 

Tsumugi ended with a nervous laugh. Her brother had asked for her feelings on the topic, and she had voiced them without any hesitation.

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Jean
Masanori couldn't help but shake his head. Whether Tsumugi kept her truer feelings to herself, or simply had not put as much thought into her potential marriage as he had assumed, he could not tell. Regardless of the truth, he wasn't sure which one of them made him worse. It was not his place to question who his mother decided to engage her children to, but as an older sibling, he felt it was at least partially his duty to ensure that whomever it was, they would honor and cherish his sister as she deserved. 

"I am sure every maiden wishes her husband to be fair to look upon and good of heart, the Shiotome included. I was more curious as to which clan you might find most suitable."

It was a reasonable expectation that their mother, esteemed as she was, might use her remaining children as a means of furthering matters outside the clan. She had already secured a strong match for Kazuko with the Iuchi family, and the Moto were on good terms with the Utaku despite their difference. The Crab were already mentioned, but they certainly had an... Interesting reputation, as far as political matters went. 

"Do not feel as though you need to answer. I assure you, mother has given me no indication that I should probe around for potential alliances. I have no list of men to try and send your way. Granted, I doubt the unwed of Ryoko Owari Toshi would need my encouragement to approach you."

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Bruce
Perhaps, her brother thought that she was concealing her true inner feelings of how she felt about her potential match and the idea of marriage. In the most honest of truths, she was not hiding any form of the truth from her older brother. Tsumugi did not have as strong an opinion on the matter, certainly not as much as her older siblings did. The reason for that could most likely be due to the fact that the maiden had yet to fall in love, and as such had not felt what it is like to feel such a sensation and a romantic attachment to someone. 

Unwise and naive when it came to affairs of the heart, she knew little of what was good for her, or what she preferred.

She was asked which clan she preferred, and in truth, she had no clear answer, for her preference lay not on any specific clan, but rather on the actual person themselves, wherever they might have come from. Tsumugi knew of her mother's plan of arranging marriages for political and military alliances, and unless she managed to kindle an interest with someone, or anyone before a suitable match was made, it was most likely that she would go along with whoever her mother had planned for her. 

"I do not have any clear preference for any clan. That is the truth. It is not the clan I am marrying but the man. I shall leave the politics of the marriages to my betters, for I know not of what to make sense of any of it." Tsumugi cocked her head in equal parts curiosity and smiled as Masanori mentioned how the unwed of Ryoko Owari Toshi would need any encouragement to approach her. The lass adored any form of attention after all.

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Jean
Though he had cautioned that she needed not reply, the response that Tsumugi *Did* Give him only caused Masanori to fret more. It was not something he particularly liked doing, but it was a testament to the care he held for his siblings that he was so worried by her lack of forethought. 

"The clan and the man are one and the same, Tsumugi-san. Our clans, and our families, they are what shape us into who we are. It would do you well to remember that, and at least put some thought into what sort of upbringing you value in your future husband."

Lecturing a woman only a few years his junior on matters of political matchmaking made him feel his age more than any airag-fueled hangover possibly could, but he continued all the same.

"I understand you wish to do your duty by allowing mother to utilize your hand as she sees fit, but you're being far too pliant. I do not expect you to try and find love in your fiancé, but you should at least develop a preference. The nakodo will thank you, if nothing else."

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Bruce
Tsumugi was well used to lectures by now, be it from her parents, her mother especially, or from either of her older siblings. Both of them seemed to love to lecture her, and most of the time she remained silent, except for those moments where she felt she had to say or do something in response to their words. Those occasions seemed to be increasing as of late, but it didn't really pay any real concern to her as she just simply treated it as part of who she is. 

She listened to her brother's words on putting some proper thought of who she would eventually marry. However, her brother didn't seem to be getting her point, or perhaps, he chose not to see it. He continued to insist that she needed to have a preference, although she had already stated her preference early on in their conversation. " I do have a preference, onii-sama. A handsome man with a kind heart. Men that have these are really dime a dozen, so that will be a good starting point, to weed out others. From there, I can start to shortlist those that I can get along well with."

Tapping her fingers on the table, Tsumugi continued. "If I was allowed free rein on how I could choose the process to go, this would be how I would go about it, although I doubt I would have much of a say of how things will go."

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Jean
A soft groan left Masanori's lips. It seemed he wasn't quite getting his point across. Either that, or his younger sister simply refused to see eye-to-eye with him on the matter. He didn't linger on it—the subject was not one that he wished to ruminate on for very long regardless. As he searched his mind for things to speak on, he found himself repeatedly coming to the same question again and again: what would his precious sister do during her stay? To hear it told, she had come on his behalf, and to lend credence to the clan's seriousness in claiming Ryoko Owari Toshi. But he could not be responsible for her every moment, even if she ostensibly fell under the purview of his command, for as long as he was in control of the city's Unicorn.

"Enough of marriage. If I have to think about it for much longer, my mood is like to worsen, and the recent change in leadership has already fouled it more than enough," He waved his hand as if to dismiss the conversation entirely, "I do not suppose you have any plans while you are in the city? Ryoko Owari Toshi's reputation is... Decidedly unsavory, and rightfully so, but there is a reasonable amount of above board entertainment to be had."

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Bruce
Tsmugi was glad to be rid of the subject of marriage at last. The way the conversation was progressing, it wasn't just Masanori's mood that would be souring, but hers as well. With a new conversation subject put forth, it was good to continue, although this was not one that she had much to speak about at all. 

The order for her to come to Ryoko Owari Toshi was so sudden and unexpected that she had not made any plans at all. Seeing as how her brother was already there, and her sister would be arriving at the city soon, she did not foresee herself entering the city as well. However, she should have known better by now than to interpret her mother's plans. Clearly, she had seen or heard something that the young lass had missed or was unaware of.

"I do not have any plans. I was not expecting to be in Ryoko Owari Toshi at all. Our mother ordered me to go, only giving me half a day to get everything in order before I had to depart. I was so busy making preparations to leave, that I had not planned on what I would be doing here. I figured that I would make such plans once I am in the city." 

Sighing in what could be a mixture of exasperation and fatigue, she mused. "I don't know what I should be doing later on, but I know that what I need is a good rest, preferably somewhere comfortable. Any suggestions onii-sama?"

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Jean
The more protective part of Masanori could not help but worry. The city was a veritable cesspit full of sin, and yet there his younger sister was, expected to navigate its labyrinthian streets and withstand its vices. Perhaps he was being too protective. Their mother had apparently trusted her enough to ride to the city with haste, and she was a proven Shiotome besides. It was still sometimes hard to reconcile that with the memory of a little girl toddling after him.

"You caught me amidst my move into the Ide residence proper. If you wish, I can have a room there prepared for you, or a yurt if you it prefer. We have a space for bathing if you so wish to soak after your long ride, though it is not as robust as the Scorpion run bathhouse just across the way," Through his fretting, he had almost forgotten to offer her the very same hospitality he intended to extend to all their visiting samurai. Of course, given their closer relation, a little extra hospitality beside would not hurt.

"I will not deprive you of a much needed rest, but perhaps we should share a meal tonight, once I've settled my affairs in the embassy. For all its moral failings, the city has quite a culinary culture, I have found."

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Bruce
Her brother was generous enough in offering her a space of her own to stay in the Ide compound, and Tsumugi was quick to take him up on his offer of a yurt. "A yurt would be nice.If there are none available, then a room would be acceptable as well." A yawn then escaped her mouth as she listened to her brother talking about a bath. She moved to sniff herself, checking to see if she smelt bad. Making the decision that it wasn't as bad as it could be after the trip, a bath could wait until after she had rested. 

Afterall, she had also just made plans of exploring the Scorpion run bathhouse just across the way. 

Masanori then extended an invitation for an evening meal later on, and she accepted without hesitation. "I hope you have a good menu planned for us. Plenty of red meat I hope." Just the thought of eating good food was already beginning to make her mouth water.

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Jean
"Then a yurt you shall get. We have no shortage of them set up about the premises, I assure you."

If he could do nothing else for her as her elder brother, Masanori could at least see that she got one of the more centrally located yurts for her private quarters. He might have disdained nepotism, but she was a chui all the same. While he might have chafed somewhat at having to share his hard fought rank with his younger sibling, an officer required a certain amount of respect, no matter what their personal attachment to him was. 

"I will endeavor to find a suitable restaurant," The Unicorn pushed himself up off the cushion, rising to his full height and gesturing for her to do the same, "I'll have Ryo-san fetch you once I've made my preparations. In the meanwhile, I encourage you to relax. The future for this embassy is nebulous at best at the moment, and I cannot say for how long I can guarantee you peaceful times."

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Bruce
Tsumugi smiled in content as Masanori agreed that he would be providing her with a yurt of her own as they had no shortage of yurts around the compound. She was somewhat glad that she did not have to share her sleeping quarters with any strangers, although she would not have any issues with sharing her sleeping quarters with others should she need to. She was after all a soldier after all. Her attendant would most likely be sleeping in the servant's quarters together with the other attendants and servants. 

Nodding in agreement as her older brother mentioned about finding a suitable restaurant, she had no doubts that he would succeed in his task. After all, it was not like he was not aware about her favoured food choices. "That's great onii-sama, now, if you don't mind me, I going to catch some sleep." 

Just as soon as the word escaped her lips, a big yawn quickly followed, and she moved to leave her brother's yurt.

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