Colleen
It was just on the cusp of evening, and the Mantis Embassy was actually quiet for once in the ad-nauseum cleaning, cooking, and prepping for thier honored guests, the Unicorn Clan. The invitation had been for Utaku Kazuko to invite anyone from her Clan, and when the guest list arrived back at the embassy, Moshi Mai realized she might have overextended. 

But, that was normal. Overextension was her creed, it felt like. She worked well under pressure, anyways. Even if it came with a lot of yelling. 

She wasn't yelling now, out in the courtyard of the embassy to greet their guests and escort them into her home. She looked the part of a gracious host: She wore her hair up, held in place with the pearl-topped hairpin gifted to her by Ide Kenza. She wore her favorite kimono, a commissioned work by Bayushi Manami, which showed off a "Modest" Amount of Mai's better assets, a Mantis green ensemble with hints of orange to mark her family. 

Her daughter, Moshi Fujiko, was similarly dressed up, her long hair let loose but carefully combed. She was rather giddy to meet all these new people, and wondered if she'd get to see Shinjo Temujin again, She made a point to stand where she could watch Moshi Kana; she had a theory, and she wanted to see if it was concrete. 

Chiyoko... Was nervous. She was actually dressed up as well, on orders from Moshi Mai. 'If you look like a usual war dog, they'll think we're expecting you to have to fight or something,' Mai had said. So, katana left in her room, she only carried her wakizashi in her obi, and stood in a new kimono along with the others. It was a muted green color, modest, but pretty enough. Her hair was too plain to do anything fancy with, so it was pinned back out to show her face a bit more, which was powdered and rosied. She was given some eye makeup to draw less attention to her 'unsightly' eyepatch, and her lips were painted, too. She felt like a geisha. A tempermental, nervous geisha. The reason for her nerves? Well, he'd show up soon enough. 

"Now, my fellow Mantis... And dogs," Mai announced, "Remember: This is imporant. Not just to making a good impression, but to making sure we're aligned with the right Clan. We've made a bold move, and we need to make sure _this_ bold move is successful. Otherwise, we're going to have ourselves a hard time in the city." 

"You can count on me, Okaa-san," Fujiko declared, "I won't embarass the Moshi name!" 

"I like the Unicorn, Mosh-sama," Chiyoko said, "So it should be no issue on my side." 

"Good. As for the rest of you 

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Victoria
Kana had been frantically helping with the preparations at the embassy with the hopes of making sure she had enough time to prepare herself for the party. For a formal clan function, she had deigned to follow Mai's lead and had a kimono made that was green with notes of orange, rather than her usual. The new one still had a slit along the side, exposing what she had been told would be a tasteful amount of her leg. She had spent almost twice as long as usual, making sure her eyes looked just right, and without the option of any hair accessories, had had opted for a set of jeweled earrings as a statement piece.

"Of course, Moshi-sama. I've great admiration and respect for the Unicorn." She smiled, though there was just the slightest hint of nervousness behind it. "I think we've all done wonderful work to give them a reception that Lady Sun herself would approve of," She spoke, making sure to recognize everyone's contributions. 

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John
Elegance. Beauty. Grace.

Such were the descriptions of the Utaku Battle Maiden in popular writings. The iconic imagery of the armored warrior atop her beloved steed silently charging into battle against enemies innumerable, the stoic poise in the face of danger, the entrancing near-dance of their weapons as they brandished them in the name of Clan and Champion. This is what the respected and feared women of the most decorated branch of the Unicorn armies were glamorized as.

It was all horseshit.

War was not beautiful. Thrilling at times, yes; but cold, uncaring, and brutally vicious. It was not poise or composure that brought the onset of calm, only grim determination of what must be done. The blur of death that was the Battle Maiden's blade may have appeared entrancing, yet the movements were borne from the sobering knowledge that only one would leave the battlefield alive. There was glory and honor to be had, but only after the dust settled and the survivors trudged home. These were the realities a taisa of the Shiotome: dark, hard truths.

Today, though, Kazuko led her delegation up the courtyard of the Mantis Embassy striving to live up to every bit of the stories. She had opted against the traditional headdress her mother gave her for extremely formal occasions, her hair elaborately styled into many flowing braids as was the old Ujik tradition. She wore her finest spring kimono that was not a design one would wear to court. The *Fuji* Color palette allowed expression of clan without seeming too stiflingly formal—layers of purple, white, and green which while appropriate for the season might also have seemed conspicuously connected to the event tonight. After having the adjustments made at Flowing Designs, the garment now fit perfectly, displaying just enough of Kazuko's neck and shoulders without seeming inappropriate.

As she approached seemingly serene with Fuyuko aside and behind her—also dressed in her best, though a far simpler and more clan leaning purple and gold—internally Kazuko was all nerves. The eldest daughter of a daimyo didn't simply get invited to dinner parties unless there was a secret agenda. The taisa of the Shiotome didn't attend the raucous events of the soldiers under her command. How exactly did one *Enjoy* A party? The concept was foreign to a woman who had never experienced such a thing before.

She came to a halt at the appropriate distance between herself and the welcoming committee from the Mantis, casting a searching eye over them. The Ambassador seemed every bit as impressive as she heard, and Fuyuko was right about her. Then there were a few Mantis she did not know, and the ronin Chiyoko. Kazuko was surprised the ronin was invited to such an important event, but not upset. It only furthered her opinion of the wave-woman's worth.

Calmly, collectedly, she raised a hand to bring the rest of the entourage to a halt. Then, she bowed respectfully and began to sign. "Ambassador Moshi Mai-san, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am Utaku Kazuko, and the woman speaking is my translator, Fuyuko-san. Thank you for your most generous offer to host our delegation this evening."

After the basic pleasantries between her and the Ambassador's entourage were complete, she would then step aside for the remainder of those with her to properly introduce themselves. As the two waited waited, Fuyuko would hazard a slight glance and smile at Chiyoko.

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Jesus
Dinners. Functions. Politicking. Masanori was not cut out for it all.

He had suffered no end of them when he had been made to sit as the acting ambassador. The internal ones were not so bad. He could expect his clansmen to content themselves with traditional fare and a simple, intimate meeting in the Ide residence to discuss their business. But it could not be so with the other clans. Most of their esteemed fellows in the empire already scoffed at the Unicorn, considering them as little more than barbarians playing at being samurai. When meeting with the lauded scions of Doji or Akodo, it was necessary to put on airs and act as something he was not. The Mantis, they were cut from a similar cloth, that much was true. Sneered at for their foreign origins, considered little more than ambitious upstarts by polite society. His ancestors had faced much the same treatment only a few centuries prior.

There was a kinship to be built between them, but until that kinship found itself atop a strong foundation, he would not risk it with overfamiliarity. The outfit he selected for the occasion was traditional, conservative, but fine all the same—the meeting, and its nature, had been left nebulous for a reason. None quite knew how serious the words exchanged over dinner would be treated, and so it was necessary to straddle the line between casual and formal. The softness of the silk on his skin felt foreign, and the color palette stranger besides, but his serving man had insisted it was a fitting ensemble for such an event, preening over him like a mother tidying up her child. Given that the young man also had the duty of preparing his gift for the ambassador, and combing out the long, flowing mane of hair that crowned Masanori's head such that it could be worn free and long, troubling him further with matters of fashion were a cruelty the chui was not willing to inflict. 

Allowing dutiful Ryo to spend the rest of the night in leisure on the town in his master's absence eased his conscience well enough. It did not ease his worries, however. The trek from the Ide residence to the Mantis embassy was one spent in relative silence on his behalf, if only because he worried the restlessness he felt might bleed through in a way perceptible to his dearest sister. She seemed even more out of her element than he did, impressively enough, and so it was unlikely she would notice, but he did not want to risk putting ever greater worry upon her shoulders. Nor did he want to give her a reason to search for the cause of his worries: the less his dear sister knew of the fondness he had developed for at least one of the Mantis' retainers, the easier all of their lives would be. Part of him hoped that Chiyoko might be absent from the event entirely, to create as much distance between her and Kazuko as possible. 

Of course, another part hoped dearly that she would attend, and that his eyes might be treated to the sight of his beloved dressed as prettily as any courtly lady. Love truly was a sickness.

It was a credit to his training that when the moment was upon them, his worries disappeared behind a shell of discipline. He took his place to Kazuko's side, opposite Fuyuko, and put on the mien of a disciplined, stoic warrior while the leader of their party made her introduction and exchanged pleasantries with the Mantis' ambassador. When she stepped aside with her translator in tow, Masanori stepped forward, and offered a bow to their hostess.

"I am Utaku Masanori, chui to the Unicorn and Utaku Kazuko-sama's second-in-command. It is an honor and a pleasure to spend this evening in your company and that of your clansmen, Moshi Mai-san. I thank you for your hospitality."

Crisp, clear, and formal, but it did the job well enough. His soldier's discipline also did well in keeping his eyes on the ambassador, lest they linger off to her side and cling to the figure standing there. Once his duty had been completed, he made to step aside and join his sister while the others made their introductions and offered their compliments.
Marlene
Okiku resisted formal social occasions. She found them uncomfortable when she prefered the solitude of her cloister alone with her thoughts and shadows. It was a strange quirk for an acting courtier of her family's interests in the city - but it was what it was.

Regardless, this duty was expected of her, so she would do it. She clothed herself conservatively, as was her wont to do. A demure, finely tailored pure white silk kimono wrapped around her lithe body. The obi that fit snug around her waist was of a rich emerald green. Her white wakizashi was tucked appropriately through the folds.

Okiku's shimmering black hair was held up with a silver and floral kanzashi headpiece. As she was already rather pale, she needed only mild whitening. Her lips were painted a brilliant shade of blood red.

As the guests arrived, Okiku remained on the edge of the welcoming procession. It was implied by her clan to resist creeping out any of the guests with her strange mannerisms; though not in so many words, at least. She thought it best to remain somewhat aloof, yet easily on hand if was requested. Regardless, she still found it difficult to not appear as an almost spectral yuki-onni looking over the social occasion.
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Jean
Temujin followed the Unicorn procession with his usual smooth strides, his long shoulder-length hair tied into a high ponytail which bobbed with his steps in the crisp evening air of spring. Though much of their baggage was handled by their entourage, he took care to keep watch over the goods. He might be required as the giver of gifts, after all.

*Been awhile since a full-on formal party. It's not Winter Court, but there's always risks. I have to be careful with what I say and do; even giving too many gifts, however simple, puts pressure on the hosts. Fine for some moves, but not when we want them to relax and like us.*

He fussed with the sleeves of his kimono and the clasp of his furred cloak. He had acquired some simpler designs for casual gatherings, but this was the finest he owned and had conscientiously cared for since Ide-sama had gifted it to him. Its style may have been traditional rather than the subtly daring cuts of Flowing Designs, but there was artistry in its colouration. A rich violet for most of its body, which brightened to a paler shade towards the sleeves into a white trim, mirrored in its lower half, though he still wore a dark hakama with it.

The simple act brought him a measure of calm; it reminded him of simpler days. Practice dinners. Working their way up from lower stakes within the province, and finally full service beyond Unicorn lands. Not every journey smooth, or well-received, but all with the intention of peace and understanding.

It brought a smile to his face, which he allowed for himself as they walked the streets so that he could get it out of his system and better control himself later.

*Ours is an Empire of masks. Motives. But an open hand and an open heart can find common ground. Ide-sama, I hope your teachings are with us tonight.*

It was a good thought. But he wasn't blind to the potential seriousness of tonight, which didn't escape his superiors. He'd have to be alert.

*I wonder if Kana will be there...*

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Colleen
When the Unicorn arrived, Moshi Mai was surprised. Not by their dress; she loved less traditional fashions. No, it was how _tall_ Kazuko was, and a stunner at that. Having taken a new liking to the feminine form, she was rather caught off guard. Thankfully, she was not new to keeping composed. Though, she was not necessarily great at it. 

After Kazuko finished her introduction, Mai and the rest of the Mantis (and Chiyōko) bowed in return, respectfully. "I thank _you_ for accepting, Ambassador Utaku Kazuko-sama. It's a shame we could not meet sooner, so it's great to make up for it now." Mai kept her eye on Kazuko, as Chiyōko had suggested, but looked to Fuyuko separately. "And well met to you, Fuyuko-san." An approving nod was given, before attention was turned to the other Unicorn. "Now, I know Utaku Masanori-sama, and Shinjo Temujin-san. It's nice to have you here, and not for business, either. Shinjo-san has been here so often, I should have _him_ escort us to the garden!" A little joke, a gentle tease that only pointed out there was established cordial terms. 

Moshi Fujiko introduced herself, bowing deeply and expressing she was glad to be making acquaintance, and paid close attention to what Temujin would do when Kana spoke next. 

Chiyōko was quiet, introducing herself last, and trying not to look at Masanori. It was hard not to smile at the man in his nice clothing, after all. "Welcome, Unicorn-samas," She said, bowing deeper than the samurai did. "I have the honor of meeting most of you, and fighting beside one of you." She allowed the slightest glance at Masanori as she stood upright. 

"Now that introductions are settled, I do have one last bit of ceremony before we can just dine, drink, and be merry." Mai looked to Fujiko, who bowed and hurried off to get things prepared. "I would like to start things off with a tea ceremony. I know, very traditional. But, with all the chaos and stress that has come from the past months, I feel that a silent moment would benefit all of us. I will conduct it along with my daughter, while my dear guests and clansmen relax." Mai glanced at Chiyōko for a second before she went for the next touch, and hopes Yasuki Umeo's advice was sound. 

"During that time, if it pleases you, Utaku Kazuko-sama, Chiyōko will escort Fuyuko-san to dine ahead of time, so she may easier serve when necessary during dinner proper. Chiyōko as a yojimbo will join her, as I understand they have met before. Rest assured, she'll have her place at the table proper, and a cup as well. And again, only if it is satisfactory to you, Utaku-sama."

So, the motion was made: have the interpreter dine ahead of time during the tea ceremony, a Samurai event oftentimes, which is traditionally done in silence. At the very least, Mai hoped that the option offered showed there was respect and accommodations being made, all while not coming off as pity. "At the very least, she can make sure the red meat will be to your liking, Utaku-sama." 

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Victoria
"Honored Unicorn-samas, we welcome you. I am Magistrate Moshi Kana," She began when it came her turn to introduce herself. There was a very faint jingling from her earrings she bowed, and she smiled warmly to the entourage when she rose up once more. "While Lady Sun makes to retire for the night, I hope she has blessed your days, and will bless this most auspicious occasion.

It immediately occurred to Kana just how *Striking* The Unicorn were. While she maintained composure, there was no denying that. The Utakus looked like something straight out of her stories. Of course, there was one who drew her attention especially. She was delighted to see her good friend Temujin, as she often was, and looked forward to being able to converse more freely later on. Of course for now, she tried to not focus too much on just how *Dashing* He looked in that fur cloak of his; rugged yet dignified. Paying mind to formality, though, she left it at letting her gaze meet his for just a bit longer than normal.

She remained quiet and stood with the rest of the clan as Mai explained the plans for the evening. As much as she wanted to get to know the other Unicorn and talk with Temujin, some tea to help calm her nerves and make a good impression was probably the best idea. 

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John
"I too am pleased we all were able to make the time. They say the best experiences are those which one must wait for. I expect tonight to be evidence of the truth of this." The Ambassador, her daughter, the Magistrate from the documents she received from her agent in the field, and Chiyoko. Kazuko regarded and greeted them all in turn. She fixed the ronin with a piercing gaze. "It is agreeable to see you again, Chiyoko-san. Your absence at our residence of late has been unfortunate. I hope the offer of a meal on your next visit was not frightening."

Two things were evident. One was that even Kazuko's attempts at humor were more intimidating than not. The second, known only to the three at the meeting that day, was that whether due to ignorance or intent Kazuko seemed oblivious to the harsh words used to assault the poor ronin some time ago.

The offer for a tea ceremony was interesting, but when Mai described the events which would occur concurrently therewith Kazuko understood the reasons. It was a unique solution indeed, and one far better than she had been accosted with in the past. The sort of solution an experienced diplomat would come up with. Still, the reason for bringing the translator instead of using Masanori was as much to keep the relationship between the two as veiled as possible as it was to put the Mantis on the back foot. "Hmm. Strange that you would have such trust to place their life in the hands of this one, and then not view them worthy of partaking of the ceremony. If that is your wish, though."

After a moment of what might be considered a criticizing gaze, it softened into a look of approval. Her respect for this Moshi had been elevated by the kind treatment she gave to Fuyuko as well as the dignity provided herself. She was not self-conscious about her lack of voice, but to be placed in a situation where it could have been used as a bargaining tool would have led to her immediate refusal of the rest of the dinner. "Regardless, there is a convenience that cannot be ignored. It is rude to speak when your mouth is full, after all. A tea ceremony to bring focus and calm would be delightful, Moshi-san, especially conducted by one as skilled and graceful as yourself."
Jean
Temujin briefly measured the Mantis reception as they neared them. An impressive display of fashion and hospitality, all things considered. And seeing the familiar figure of Moshi Kana lifted his mood considerably.

Greetings were exchanged, words and demeanours carefully chosen. But all courtesy aside, he did feel some contentment over the early words feeling true to each speaker.

Eventually, it was his turn to speak, and he was prepared. The Shinjo bowed deeply and fluidly before Moshi Mai.

"Well met, Mantis-samas. It is an honour and a delight to share dinner under your roof," He greeted with a warm but level tone. When he rose, he allowed his smile to go from slight to warm as a gesture of trust. "I always look forward to my duties here, Moshi Mai-sama. And that is thanks to the warm welcomes I have received from you and yours."

Flattery. But it was honest. He knew by now that Mai delighted in blunter, bawdier speech, but all knew this was the time for manners. He remained still in his proper position with the Unicorns, his greeting complete.

Then it was Kana's time to speak, and his heart fluttered with his thoughts for a moment. Even with just a passing glance, her makeup did its job well, making her radiant smile and lively eyes stand out.

*She looks good in green. That's good to know for the kimono I got for her. ...Did the cut of it always go that high-*

He stopped himself from thinking any scandalous thoughts when their eyes met. Both lingered for a moment longer before he dragged his gaze away, distracting himself by trying to interpret the symbolism of the Mantis' kimonos and accessories. He thanked the kami that he was facing forward.

Someone carefully watching his expressions, however, might find that after she spoke, his smile also remained for a few moments longer before the lips evened out into an appropriately reserved calmness.

Mai made her offers. And with diplomacy resuming, his mind snapped to focus on the event before them.

*Tea ceremony. Good thing Ide-sama drilled that into me; I can assist if she commands it. And it gives Fuyuko-san a chance to dine ahead of us.*


Utaku-sama was guarded, perhaps understandably so. The scout also wondered if that was the occasion Chiyoko once referred to back at the clinic. 

Still, he held his tongue from speaking out of turn, as much as he wanted to vouch for her; having started to grow accustomed to Kazuko's command, he had an inkling of the notion that if she had intended that as intimidation, it would have been much clearer. And being unable to freely glance where he pleased, he couldn't properly gauge her expression by anything other than the words spoken through Fuyuko.

...Though he did wonder at the very back of his mind if that observation about Chiyoko's protection was dancing on the line between an insult and a compliment. Thankfully, he was not fool enough to let the thought linger.

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Jesus
It was a difficult game for Masanori to manage, offering his gaze to the Mantis delegation in a way that was polite without drifting in any particularly telling direction. The desire to allow his eyes to linger could not be helped, however. His beloved did not often dress herself up so bewitchingly, and he could only imagine when the next opportunity to witness her in such a state would arise. Perhaps he could try his hand at nudging fate in such a direction at a later time, wily as he was like to be on such matters. The unbecoming thoughts did not have all that long to fester. Their hostess was quick to lay out the plans for the evening ahead, and he could not help but harden his gaze somewhat at the itinerary she had decided on. 

She had gone out of her way to try and accommodate Fuyuko—something that his dear sister would undoubtedly appreciate—but in doing so robbed him of the opportunity to spend time with the one Mantis he particularly cared to speak with, to say nothing of the fact he would be made to sit through a length tea ceremony in her absence. Of course, his opinion was not the one which particularly mattered. He found himself glancing towards Kazuko, reading the motions of her fingers even as dutiful Fuyuko interpreted them for the crowd. 

He hardly focused on any of it after the first few statements. '*Your absence at your residence as of late has been unfortunate*', she claimed. That his elder sister even knew of her presence at the residence in the first place made his blood run colder than it had in quite some time. That she had somehow managed to invite her to a meal beyond that? Without him being made aware of any of it? That was all the worse. It was not his way to show panic. Crises were only made worse when one gave into the instinctual rush that followed a catastrophe. The chui had trained for years to be the calm amidst the storm, a force of order and direction while there was chaos. Such training had never been quite so necessary than in that moment, where he stood unflinching, his eyes snapped forward to keep the worry in them from being noticed.

Perhaps the calming tea would have value after all. If nothing else, it would give him time to comb through the multitude of horrible outcomes in his mind's eye and put the worst of them to rest.

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Marlene
Okiku greeted the Unicorn with a cordial air, but it was not her place at that moment to be in the light. As such, she remained out of the way to allow her matron to see to things how she sought best.

*"I am Yoritomo Okiku,"* She said in a soft voice when it came around to her time for introductions. She gave a formal, polite bow - well-versed in the formality of social occasions in spite of her personal preferences. *"It is pleasant to meet our local members of the esteemed and well-traveled Unicorn."*

*"I am certain you have a great many intriguing tales of travels that you may regale us with,"* She added. She kept her tone cordial, but her face cool and impassive. Still there was a hint of interest regarding other lands and the tales thereof.

When tea was mentioned, Okiku gave a slight bow of her head. If she was not needed to remain at attention, she took the opportunity to step to the side to ensure the tea ceremony was properly arranged. Though she had confidence with the staff, she just wanted to give it that extra touch of personal attention.
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Colleen
Chiyōko was a fearless one, but even then she had apprehension with responding to what Kazuko-sama said to her. All the same, she looked her superior (and the sister of her lover) in the eye when she was addressed. "Not at all, Utaku Kazuko-sama," She replied, "I shall rectify such a thought as soon as I am able." End with a bow, and let the Samurai talk. She wasn't the greatest one for such things, but she knew when to speak and when to stop. 

Mai, similarly, had to do the same. Her offer was made, and there was a pause before Kazuko spoke. It felt like ages, of the shugenja was honest, and there was no telling if she offended the woman or not until she spoke through Fuyuko. 

The comment was hard to place. An insult, an observation? Hard to say. But, she didn't know what to say in the moment. For a second, she thought she'd clam up. 

But, Kazuko agreed to the ceremony, stating its merits. "Indeed," Mai managed, "It's always surprised me how soothing the ritual can be." Mai looked to Chiyōko, who gave a nod. 

"Utaku-sama," She said, stepping forward to Kazuko, "By your leave, I will escort Fuyuko-san. I'll see to it she returns to your side in good spirits and with a full stomach." She would wait for the approval before bowing, and ushering Fuyuko into the estate's servant entrance. 

"Now then," Mai said, bringing her hands together in a single clap, "Let us go." 

Moshi Mai led the mixed party to the gardens, making sure to go through the building. It was more practical to go around, but she didn't want to give off the idea that the Unicorn had to use the back door. Thus, they were bowed to by servants and the few posted guards as they moved from the foyer, past the dining hall (which was already set up with a proper arrangement), and to the garden, for the tea ceremony to take place. 

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Tea Ceremonies are elaborate things, that can go for as long or as little as possible. There were rules and etiquette for them all, but the most common one was that no one uttered a word. Silent retrospective, that was the point, a zen moment when all that can be focused on the mixture of the elements coming together. 

The seating was a large round table with cushions all around, with Utaku Kazuko and Masanori sitting at the head. All the others were arranged by their respective ranks, as were the Mantis. Mai remained standing, as she had to prepare the tea. 

She did so in silence, her daughter having prepared the water and selected the leaves ahead of time. In honesty, Mai wasn't nervous. She was actually good at tea ceremonies, the one thing she excelled in during her schooling. Picking the correct leaves, the right grind, the water temperature, somehow it all made sense to her. 

So, without a sound, other than the sound of cups being placed and eventually tea poured, the Mantis Ambassador conducted the ceremony. 

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John
With the Tea Ceremony came calm, and with calm, clarity and focus.

The events thus far played through Kazuko's mind as she sifted through the information gathered, doing her best to give her full attention to the Mantis Ambassador as she led the ceremony. The Mantis could have done any number of things to provide for Fuyuko. They could have attempted to have her not eat, or shuffled her away with the rest of the servants. Instead they cared for her in a way above and beyond, which made the choice to send Chiyoko with her all the more odd. If they cared enough for a peasant, why not a samurai? Perhaps the ronin was being punished for some bad behavior by being forced to eat with the heimin. Still, Kazuko was confident Fuyuko would at least make the dinner as pleasant as possible for the woman.

Then there was the complete and utter lack of resistance to anything she said or did. Kazuko was aware her words in response to the Ambassador bordered on unseemly, in fact she counted on it to gauge the Ambassador before her. Would she be the type to have a witty comeback, or laugh it off? Even taking slight offense would have been useful information. Instead she was met with . . . Nothing? No words, only silence until she agreed to the ceremony and cleared away any doubts of her approval. Was it possible Moshi Mai, as cool, collected, and comely as she appeared, was as concerned about this meeting as Kazuko was?

It seemed unlikely. The reports of the Ambassador was that she was a shrewd businesswoman, a cunning leader, and a fierce fighter. That sort of person always had their plans airtight before moving forward, no room for doubt or weakness. Still, it could be possible.

Her own samurai had comported themselves admirably. Masanori could always be counted on, comporting himself with dignity and poise despite their currently being at odds—again. The tea ceremony would do them both some good, a time to reflect and center, to see their place in the great tapestry which was Rokugan and themselves. Kazuko knew she needed it. It was harder to find calm these days than it had been during the war. Yet slowly as the ceremony continued she found herself *Relaxing* For the first time since, well, before the winter at least.

Even Temujin was comporting himself well. Fuyuko had insisted he join the entourage, something about how hard he was working to build closer ties with the Mantis. A change in tune from when she first met the scout, but the woman was right. He had done much to increase the goodwill between their clans. This was an adequate reward for his faithful service.

Yes, everything was going well. Her people were content, the Mantis seemed content. The night was off to an auspicious start. She could only hope it would continue in this upward trend.

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Jean
For anyone who knew Temujin as more than a passing acquaintance, they could be forgiven for thinking that *Chanoyu* Would be the last place one would find him. After all, the entire process revolved around *Stillness and deliberate action with ancient tradition*.

So it might have come as a surprise to some of the gathered samurai (which they couldn't express) that he was a model guest, from the ceremonial wash to the partaking of the tea ceremony, even down to the examination of the utensils (after the guest of honour requested it, of course). Perhaps his movements weren't as fluid as they could have been, but it was clear that he had practice, and a genuine appreciation for it.


It certainly brought memories. Times when Ide-sama introduced the ceremony to him. Weeks and months of struggling to do everything precisely right, questioning why it must be so, when the purpose of any gathering should be the enjoyment of another's company and refreshments. But eventually, while it wasn't Temujin's activity of choice, the wily Ide had finally drilled the beauty of tea ceremony into his ward, and the many ways people found harmony in its exactingly precise traditions.

For him, that lay in being able to sit quietly in shared purpose with others. To appreciate that for this time, there was peace among his superiors and his peers. From the efforts of the Utakus and Moshi Mai, to the quiet appreciation of Yoritomo Okiku. And...

*She's... Beautiful.*

He did his best to keep his focus on the tea and its serving. His mind on the moment, the movements. He hoped that outwardly, he remained entirely proper.

But the practices he had with Kaede, the ceremonies he attended where samurai would convey admiration or affection through the shared silence, were all certainly on his mind whenever he caught a glimpse of Moshi Kana.

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Victoria
Kana ended up being grateful for the tea ceremony; she wasn't completely uninformed about matters of etiquette, and knew the basic steps of the tea ceremony, but was glad she didn't have to speak or worry about things that way. She could be a silent participant and make a good impression.

She had reflected on the opportunity Lady Sun had presented with this new alliance, and the better fit. The Unicorn were more direct and in her experience, less focused on whether or not one could pull off all of the steps in the ridiculous dance the Crane had designed. She reflected on her own time in the city, the circumstances that had brought her here, and her hopes for at least doing *Something* Good for the city. She knew there was no fixing it, but at least she hoped that she would make some people's lives better than when she had first entered them, and the clan at least a little bit better than when she first arrives.

She also reflected on the gardens; the peaceful surroundings around them and how they reflected the gifts of the fortunes. The plants, the evening sky, those brilliant blue eyes of Temujin's...

*Oh... He really is quite handsome... I wonder where we'll be sitting at dinner?*

In silence, she quickly looked back down, studying her cup as though it were the most fascinating thing she had ever encountered.

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Colleen
Moshi Mai felt that this had gone well. 

At the very least she felt more calm about everything. Things were going fine. No big misstep, no disrespect shown (the Scorpion could take a lesson from her!), and Kazuko seemed...

...It was hard to say. Without her own voice, it was hard to gauge her demeanor, and she seemed a perfect student of stoicism, showing not much in the means of tells. And that made Mai anxious. She had just made a very big move, all based on the certainty that she could form an alliance with the Unicorn. And she hinged it all on one dinner? What was she thinking, she wasn't a Crane or something that could just pull this off, and she'd have to keep putting on airs and second-guessing and her hairpin was crooked and her dress was too tight, had she gained some wieght, was it the stress or-

A gentle hand touched her own, and she glanced to see her daughter, who took notice of the still, internal panic attack. She didn't say a word, but offered a smile and a nod. Mai calmed down a spell, and finished her tea. Maybe she was going about this all wrong. 

"Good Samurai." Mai spoke, breaking the long meditative silence. "Thank you all for allowing me to indulge in this ceremony. I pray its brougth enlightening musings to all. I certainly feel as if I reached a clarity. 

"Which is why, if Utaku Kazuko-sama and Masanori-sama wouldn't mind, I wish to say something to the both of you, without the others present." Fujiko looked puzzled, since this wasn't part of her mom's micro-managed master plan, but merely bowed and followed the woman's order. "I can fetch Fuyuko-san for you, mother," She offered. 

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Victoria
Kana hid her own suprise fairly well for the most part, but those who knew her well might detect she hadn't quite been expecting this. She grounded herself in protocol, however, and rose, bowing low to Mai, and then the two Unicorn.

"As you wish, Moshi-sama." She then turned to address the others with a smile. "If it please you, I will guide you to the embassy, and offer a small tour as we await dinner and for the Ambassador's business to be concluded."

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Jesus
The tea ceremony was a difficult thing to get through. It likely would have been regardless of the events that led up to it, Masanori's dislike for pomp and ceremony being what it was, but being made to sit without an outlet for the strife building within him made what should have been an otherwise relaxing experience anything but. It made a level of sense that his midnight rendezvous with Chiyoko had been noted. She had even made mention of nearly being caught beforehand. But by Kazuko? He could not fully believe that his elder sister would be made aware of a *Ronin* Skulking around their home in the dead of night and not respond with some level of force. 

Yet things seemed almost amicable between her and his lover, enough so that she had even been invited to a dinner that neither had bothered to inform him of. It almost felt conspiratorial, and a pit opened in his stomach that no amount of tea could fill as he pondered just how much of his relationship with Chiyoko had been exposed to, or would be exposed by, Kazuko. He had clearly grown much too bold in the depths of his passion. Discretion would need to be exercised going forward, and to begin with that, he would need to talk to his beloved directly. He resolved to do so after the ceremony had finished.

A resolution he would not be able to fulfill.

The lieutenant fought the urge to grimace at their host's invitation to privacy, for fear the sourness might make him look like a child denied a favorite toy. The party had been billed as a relaxing evening, and yet he found himself repeatedly denied the ability to relax by their Mantis hosts. It could never be said that he was not a dutiful man, however, as he rose to stand in response to Fujiko's offer.

"That will be unnecessary, Moshi-san. I am more than capable of translating for Utaku-sama in Fuyuko-san's absence. Please, allow her to finish her meal uninterrupted."

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Jean
He wasn't expecting to be excused from the tea ceremony, though he kept a cool head.

*Hm. Something to see to first, right after relaxing with the ceremony. Meeting of the higher ups isn't unusual, but it could potentially set the tone for dinner.*

However, as this was a decision beyond his standing, he could at least afford to remain aware without letting it dominate his thoughts.

With the approval of both ambassadors, he would excuse himself with a proper bow and a few words of thanks to his host, following the Mantis outside.

Though his smile did grow subtly when he heard Kana offer to give them a tour.

*A tour from a friend! Acting on behalf of her Clan. Right. Don't make this weird, you idiot. Do not.*

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John
Well, this was unusual. Asking for an audience with the two of them this early in the evening, especially right after the ceremony, was unexpected. Kazuko thought they would at least be wined and dined before whatever ploy the Mantis had in store was pitched at them. Was this some other strategy at play?

If the raised eyebrow could raise further when Masanori volunteered to translate it would have. It was appreciated, of course. Fuyuko deserved a little rest and relaxation after all her hard work preparing for these last few days. Still, she didn't think he would have volunteered so readily to act as her aid.

Still, she nodded respectfully to the Ambassador's request before turning to acknowledge Masanori's and casting the faintest of smiles to him in appreciation. As long as he remembered to speak freely for himself and not merely act as her voice it would be fine. Once the rest of the gathered samurai excused themselves, she began. "Moshi-san, thank you for the enlightening ceremony. What is it you wish to speak with us about?"

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Colleen
Mai definitely showed surprise on her face when Masanori expressed that he could translate as necessary. The realization was rather obvious, after the fact; why wouldn't her brother know how to beat communicate with his sister? Anger didn't flair up, however. Instead, the Moshi stifled a snort of a laugh. 

"Apologies, heh, I just..." She composed herself, and placed a hand on her chest. "If you had any idea how stressed and worried I was about the proper etiquette on how best to respect my guests in this sort of situation, you'd find it amusing, too, I'd wager.

"You see, this tea ceremony was as much to relax the guests as it is for myself; I am a woman that prefers action, so trying to put on a dinner to not just entertain but win over you, Kazuko-sama, has made me a bit of a mess." Mai exhaled, and hoped that this honesty would be taken well. 

"I would wager a guess, Kazuko-sama, Masanori-sama, that you know that rarely is a dinner just a dinner. And that I must be up to something. And, you'd be correct. 

"The Mantis Clan has abandoned the foolhardy, self-destructive campaign of the Scorpion Clan." Mai let it sit for a moment, before continuing. "After the trouble caused by the Ambassador Conference, I've found myself and my Clan disrespected by the Scorpion, the Crane... But never the Unicorn. So, as our trade and our Samurai have grown closer and more willing to work together, an obvious question comes to light.

"But, I for one don't wish to beseech you. Not now, at least." Mai smiled, feeling relieved about being straightforward about it all. "I am certain Masanori-sama can attest that I am not a diplomat from the times and places we've met, and my Yojimbo would be first to note she's often protecting my attackers from _me._ I'm not built for courting and politicking, and luring guests in with genuine friendship to be mucked up with my Clan wanting a strong alliance... It doesn't sit well."

Moshi Mai bowed her head to the two of them, in apology. "So, I ask of you, Utaku Kazuko-sama, Utaku Masanori-sama, if we can continue this evening just as two clans enjoying one's company, I swear to be the more genuine Moshi Mai, instead of the one that says what you want. The one that'd tell you that I'll do what I wish with my ronin how I see fit, the one that might joke Kazuko-sama for beating me in spectacular clothing, or might tease Masanori-sama for staring at Chiyōko-san. I know, she has a staring problem herself, but it's best not to make people think you're up to no good, Masanori-sama." 

Mai raised back up, and took a deep breath. "Well, my dear guests, what say you? Does my honesty appeal to you, or will I need to figure out what to do with all this red meat?" 

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John
The Mantis' play was revealed far earlier than intended. It was a surprise to hear they split from the Scorpion, but most welcome. Sooner or later, with the nature of their work growing closer as it was, the Scorpion would prove a thorn that would have to be removed eventually. That they sought an alliance with the Unicorn so soon after their break was slightly more opportunistic and mercenarial than she liked. It was relieving then to know the Ambassador had shifted trajectory. To continue without the pressure of ulterior motives sounded delightful. These matters were aired, they knew where they stood, and could proceed with all in the open.

"Moshi-san, your honesty is heard and appreciated. It is true I had apprehensions coming here, as I believed there to be something more in play. It is agreeable to know plainly, and with this now aired we have the freedom to proceed without shadows looming over our heads.Though I doubt it will alter the actions of the rest of our delegation, rest assured I will be precisely who I am." The faintest hint of a smirk danced along her features. "The type of person to bring her translator to gauge the qualities of our host."

A brief aside would follow with Masanori, hands moving but not spoken. Words from the Ambassador had sparked her to provide a gentle reprimand to her second. *Nori-kun, kindly stop glaring at the ronin. She may not be a clan samurai but she serves well. At the very least respect the fact the two of you have worked together.*

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Jesus
As it had been for most of the evening, Masanori found himself relegated to the role of simply listening. There were a few pieces of information worth hearing, that much was true. The Mantis had choosing to split with the Scorpion was cause for celebration, though it certainly framed the generous invitation offered to them in a different light. It was no secret that their hosts intended to court them with the lavish banquet planned ahead of them—the Unicorn had done the very same with the Dragon only months earlier, after all, but the loss of their previous ally lent a certain urgency to the matter that might have otherwise been missing. Either the Mantis were confident enough in Unicorn cooperation that they were comfortable severing ties with the Scorpion ahead of the talks, or the Scorpion's floundering had cut them to the quick such that they were content to make a decisive choice with or without a replacement. 

He did not have too long to consider which of the options it was. The ambassador's teasing caused his expression to harden all the further, his brows furrowing at the implication. Would that he could allow himself the freedom that their host claimed to desire: he might have told her right then and there that she was not the only one among them who did as they pleased with her ronin. Perhaps it would have even added some much needed amusement to an otherwise dry affair.

But such boldness was better saved for the woman herself than her direct superior. When his sister made her response, he translated for her as dutifully as Fuyuko had done before him, waiting patiently for her to finish so that he might offer his thoughts on the matter. His time to speak was snuffed away just as quickly as it arrived, however, and the scolding that Kazuko directed at him nearly caused his resolve to break. It was difficult to say whether his sister had truly missed the meaning behind the Moshi's words, or if she had simply taken to teasing him on the matter as well, but neither were especially appreciated, given his worries on the nature of their acquaintanceship as it was. 

"... I will endeavor to look upon her more softly in the future, Utaku-sama, in honor of the deep respect I hold for her and the dutiful service she has provided."

His muttered assurances given, the lieutenant turned to face their host once more. How much she truly cared for the opinion of an ambassador's second was debatable, but he resolved to speak his thoughts all the same.

"If you desire to court the Unicorn, then honesty is not simply appreciated, but required. The handwringing of court, the doublespeak... I have never cared for them, and I do not believe that Utaku-sama feels much differently. I cannot guarantee cooperation between our clans, or even friendship, but I can assure you that being forthcoming with your intentions will carry you farther than any well orchestrated scheme in these matters."

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Colleen
"I am glad we understand each other," Moshi Mai replied in turn to the both of them, "And I am glad that you appreciate the honesty. The only games I like to play are shogi and hog-lob, so I'm relieved that I don't have to try and make a liar out of myself for your possible friendship." She bowed one last time, a sigh of relief leaving her. 

This was good. Better, even. It was best to go into this with a level head, and without ulterior motives. At the end of the day, a Unicorn/Mantis alliance would be very strong, but the Unicorn didn't necessarily need the Mantis, and the Mantis could survive on their own, for a time. So, even if they could not be allies in the future, there was no need to scare themselves into foolishness or dishonor. 

Masanori's guidance was not lost on her as well. Ultimately, she knew him better than Kazuko, and also knew that he was a man of strong conviction and an honorable soul. "Compassion matters to both of our Clans, does it not, Masanori-sama? So, I will take your word and follow it. I've heard many good things about you, good man, so I can respect that what you say is the truth.

"Well then, Utaku Kazuko-sama, Utaku Masanori-sama, I think I've taken up enough of your time with this confession." She took to her tea, to wet her whistle, but she had much more potent spirits in mind. "My intentions are clear, and postponed. So, how about we head to the hall? I've been wanting to have more of this airag, and all this fussing over all the details has made me a hungry woman-"

Oh, she almost forgot the gift. That was the last bit of pomp and circumstance. "I almost forgot. I _did_ have a gift to present to you at dinner, Kazuko-sama. I'll admit, there's a bit of a production about it. I'd change it and just present the gift in a more modest way, but my daughter Moshi Fujiko has put in a lot of work for it. Please, if you don't mind indulging the girl, it would make her night."

Whatever the Kazuko decided, Mai would comply with, and would escort them to the dining hall when they were ready. 

The hall itself was being set up for the dining. While some dinners called for courses and intricate layers and palette cleansers, the Mantis preferred to have all their food out at once, piping hot and ready to send around the table for thier enjoyment. The long table was prepared with Kazuko and Mai sitting across from one another, a space for Fuyuko to do her interpretations, Masanori on the opposite side of her sister, and Moshi Fujiko next to her mother, Chiyoko on the other. Mai figured the symmetry would be aesthetically pleasing, and the least likely to offend. 

The others could sit as they pleased, plenty of space for the lot of them. And in the middle, many dishes of beef, pork, goat, and chicken, as well as a few fish and shellfish dishes. All were spiced, marinated, or otherwised seasoned, putting the Manti's spice trading to work to make for some tasty offerings. Rice and noodles were in abundance, as well as soups and other culinary delights for the guests to enjoy. 

It would be around the time that the guests congregated that Chiyoko would emerge from the side rooms with Fuyuko-san, both of which seeming to have had a nice conversation. The sound of jovial pirates could be heard before the door was shut; what had they gotten into? 

"Now that we're all here," Moshi Mai announced, "Let us sit and eat until we're close to bursting, yeah?" 

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Victoria
Kana was glad to see that Mai seemed to be in good spirits when she arrived, and dutifully waited for her to finish her announcement.The spread in front of her was almost enough to make Kana metaphorically unmask. Even then, the way her eyes widened when faced with the meal. She didn't understand how the other clans could get by without the same access to spices and seasonings as the scent filled her nostrils. She practically floated to her seat, kneeling down at the table.

She managed to control herself, however, taking a moment before she dug in. She closed her eyes and murmured a small prayer to Lady Sun, thanking her for the bounty before them, and for the opportunity to build new bridges and friendships. When she had concluded, she lifted her head, and realized there was one more thing to do before she started going at the food in earnest.

"Shinjo-san," She spoke, looking up to Temujin. "Would you do me the honor of sitting next to me?"

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Jean
Temujin had a complicated relationship with spices. Raised among the Ide and with half his duties taking him across the Empire, he had partaken of milder Rokugani meals as much as he had spiced foods. Add to that the fact that he was a Shinjo, and he only ended up taking about a third of the spices that a Unicorn (or at least a Moto) would be expected to consume. Still, he was certainly more used to it than more conservative samurai were.

But it was good food, with good company, in an atmosphere which was wholly Mantis, so he was naturally eager to begin even with his proper posture, reading the flow of-

His expression lit up with a hint of surprise, attempting to smother his delight from hearing her voice alone. He would have looked about him for another Shinjo to divert to, had it not been so clearly directed at him.

*Oh. Is she sure? I wouldn't want to give our Clans reason to gossip. Not that they don't already. Uh. Wow.*

Nevertheless, he smiled at Kana, filled with warmth and fond friendship. This was, after all, an official dinner. Who was he to refuse a host?

"With pleasure, Moshi-san. I would be honoured to accept."

With that, he found a seat next to the bright shugenja and sat by her side, nodding in more familiar greeting as he did so.

"And thank you for the warm welcome."

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John
The follow up from Masanori was appreciated, and Kazuko found herself nodding in agreement with her brother's words. She was herself learning to play the game of court to a greater or lesser extent, but it did not mean she was willing to simply allow such into her friendship. She would leave that to her clan's allies.

"If your daughter has worked hard to prepare the gift then please, feel free to give it however she has prepared. I do not wish to take away from the hard work she put into it. I am sure you will be very proud to see her carry out whatever she has in store." Kazuko assented to Mai's request. They too had a gift perhaps a bit more ostentatious than normal, but more importantly allowing the pomp and ceremony in this occasion would make the Ambassador's daughter—and thus the Ambassador herself—happy. Not because of the political message she was sure it contained, but that would make it better, free from being tinged with the ulterior.

Kazuko could stand to see the Ambassador happy. She could stand to see more of the Ambassador in general. Mai seemed as out of place in the courtier's world as she did, and yet carried herself such that any doubts and second guessing transformed into a casual, friendly demeanor. It was an interesting contrast for one who lived her life converting those same feelings of inadequacy into cold stoicism.

The spread of food looked and smelled inviting. She was certain her samurai would have a pleasant evening. Seating herself, she greeted Fuyuko upon her return. The translator leaned in to whisper a few words to her lady, which began with pleasant nods of understanding and ended with a faint color rising into Kazuko's cheeks and a brief sideways glance. *Fuyuko and her wild imagination.* "The banquet looks delightful, Moshi Mai-san. I look forward not only to the meal, but also to getting to know our gracious host better as well."

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Colleen
As everyone sat down to dine, Moshi Mai definitely felt more at ease than she had before. Good food, good company... It really couldn't be beat. There was the shuffling of seats and the movements of the servants plating for the Samurai, with those addressing Kazuko taking care to ask her and not Fuyuko what she was pleased to dine on, and soon enough everyone would have what they would desire. 

Chiyoko had no plate, but a nice cup of tea and one for water in front of her, same as Fuyuko. She gave the woman a smile from across the table, having enjoyed the woman's company. It also looked as if Utuaku Kazuko-sama was in good spirits, as well. She figured Mai would speak to her in private, and it looked as if it went swimmingly. 

And of course, there was Masanori. He looked handsome, as usual, dressed up or down or otherwise, but he looked especially noble that evening. She wanted to say as much, but held her tongue. _Don't be stupid, girl._ All the same, she would steal a glance here and there, when she thought no one was looking. 

Whenever she tried not to look at him, she couldn't help but notice Shinjo Temujin and Moshi Kana. They seemed rather close. Maybe it was her own affections to a Unicorn, but she certainly pondered if they were interested in the other in a more passionate fashion. 

Moshi Mai was oblivious to all of it. Rather, she could see the writing on the wall, but she was too relaxed to read it. She was just pleased that everyone was getting along. 

"I hope to learn more about yourself, Kazuko-sama," Mai replied in turn. "I'm certain that there's plenty of impressive things you can tell about yourself, or of the lands you hail from. Ryoko Owari Toshi, if I'm honest, is the furthest inland I have ever had to go in my life. So, I'm certainly curious of what such a life is like." 

Once everyone had their plates, a prayer was offered, and they could all dig in.

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Jesus
Relaxing was a difficult thing for Masanori even in an ideal scenario, and a banquet held in another clan's embassy certainly did not qualify as an ideal scenario. But Moshi Mai had insisted that the rest of the evening would proceed without the diplomatic pomp of favor currying, and so when he returned to the dining area on his sister's heels, the officer resolved to enjoy himself as best he could. He had proven he could let go before—that he had developed such a fondness for one of the Mantis' retainers in the first place was a testament to that ability. 

As he settled down beside Kazuko, his eyes drifted towards the Mantis' side of the table. He knew a precious few of them, though he did offer Okiku a short nod of acknowledgment further down the table. His true interests lay elsewhere, of course, and he was not so oblivious as to not catch the occasional glance offered by their host's loyal bodyguard. It was a difficult thing not to offer a look in return, given the comfort her presence provided him. That she had been made to dine separately from them as a lesser grated at him, and that he be made to pretend she was anything less than the apple of his eye did nearly as much to blacken his mood.

Perhaps there was a way to change at least a portion of that.

Once the requisite prayers were offered and the group allowed to dine as they saw fit, the officer took his time in assembling a plate. Only once he had amassed a worthy pile of spiced meats to join the hearty serving of rice offered did he decide to make his move. 

"It has come to my attention that I may have inflicted an unintentional cruelty upon you, Chiyoko-san," After what felt like an eternity of sneaking glances, the Utaku affixed his gaze to the wave-woman directly, determination upon his features as he did, "Allow me to offer my apologies for that. I did not intend to communicate anything less than the utmost respect for you with my gaze. You have proven yourself to be a dutiful retainer and an exemplary warrior during our brief time together."

He offered a slight bow of his head towards the one-eyed ronin, though there was mischief in his eyes as he continued, barely flickering across his otherwise severe mien for the briefest of seconds.

"Once the meal has concluded, perhaps we might speak in private, such that I might demonstrate the sincerity of my apology? I would hate to further sully the evening's atmosphere with my attempt to reconcile."

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Colleen
Chiyoko was poured a cup of airag, and tried not to look as if she was already an avid drinker of the delicious spirit. All the same, she sipped on it happily, relaxed, all things considered. She would want thank Kazuko-sama, when she was addressed, but for now, she was more than happy to just enjoy the peace. 

Everyone seemed to be involved in idle chitchat, or too busy eating to worry about making conversation. It reminded her of how it used to be in a courtly setting, back when she was a Dragon, it was rather-

"Hm?"

The ronin looked up from her zen to hear Masanori was speaking to her. She was rather surprised by what he had to say, and looked to Moshi Mai for half a second. Her master gave a look as if to say 'you're welcome,' but Chiyoko could tell that Mai didn't know what she was talking about. "O-oh, Utaku Masanori-sama," She managed, "You couldn't possibly offend me with your gaze, good Samurai." She smiled, and gave a bow in return, and looked to the two ambassadors as well. "I assure you both, Moshi and Utaku-sama, Masanori-sama has always been a proper gentleman during our interactions." She wasn't sure what had been said about the man, but ever the dutiful partner, she would defend his honor, one way or another. 

However, Masanori's follow-up gave her pause, and the ronin had to hide her blush with her sleeve and a cough. "Masanori-sama, you don't have to-"

"Oh, nonsense," Mai interrupted, "If the good man wishes to demonstrate his sincerity, you should oblige him! Perhaps you can show him some of that darling origami you produce in your quarters." Chiyoko nodded sheepishly, and addressed Masanori once more. "I look forward to speaking to you, Masanori-sama," She said. 

"Speaking of speaking," Mai said, "Fujiko, if you would be so kind?"

"Of course, mother." Fujiko stood up, excusing herself to retrieve what she needed. Mai shimmied back just a bit, and clapped her hands together once. "As many of you are aware, myself and my daughter are shugenja. I will be praying for a spell, but rest assured, it will cause no harm to any here." Once everyone was paying attention, she offered her prayer to the Air Kami. "Kami of the whistling, singing winds, a young maiden wishes to recite a story of the people that venerate you and your fellow spirits. Grant her your imagery, your song, and your tricks of light and sound: Flight of Doves."

A small gust of wind whistled through the hall, just as Moshi Fujiko stepped back into the room, carrying a large, gaijin-made journal, and a carefully written scroll. She walked over to the where all could see, and set the book on a podium, the scroll nearby. "Utaku Kazuko-sama, Utaku Masanori-sama, and all your fellow Unicorn, thank you for coming to my mother's party. I pray that this is the first of many! It's nice to have such a lively group around!" She smiled, and gave a deep bow. "I have the honor of providing a gift to Ambassador Kazuko-sama. It is a journal, from a sea captain from Maranae. It is nothing but notes of the seas and the wild storms, which is interesting, at least to me, but there is a passage that I shall read now: 

"'I met with a man from a far-off kingdom, desperate to gain passage on any ship that would take him away from his homeland. He looked a wreck, bandaged and bruised, and eyes that seemed to have witnessed a true fright." 

Behind Fujiko, the air whirled until an image appeared, one of a man as described, looking frightened and jittery, climbing up the gangplank of a gaijin ship. Some of the Mantis servants were in awe, and Chiyoko was equally surprised by the illusion, and the sound of the creaky ship and the gust of sea wind. 

'Once our translator was sober, we were able to ask the man what had him so terrified. What he spoke of was a shock to me. Not because I found it too much to be real, but more that I felt his terror, and it rang true.' 

'He spoke of warriors, who came from parts unknown on the other side of the Burning Sands. He described them as a horde, a raging storm of not just men, but women, all on steeds and raging forward. From what the man said of the mighty beasts, they were twice the size of any Maraenean Shorthair or a Thranean Workhorse, but with no lack of speed, and twice the determination.' 

An image of this horde came in the form of a silhouette, hundreds of horsemen and cavalry rushing across the rolling runes of a vast desert, many men on foot seeing the charge and freezing in place. 

'They were a one group of many: hulking men with wild beards, people of many shades and creeds, and even more odd to my own culture, an entire regiment of women, leading a charge and carrying the banner that none of them understood at the time. The fellow didn't have a word for it, but their shades of purple made it seem as if all, from the lowly pikemen to the highest general were royalty.' 

And thusly, it was clear by the description and the imagery, it was non other than the Ki-rin Clan, charging to meet their foes, a brilliant mass of Moto, Shinjo, and Utaku barreling across the the sands.

Fujiko continued to recited the description, until she finally reached the ending. '...And thus, I can thank God that I am as far away from that place than one can. I'll stick to the sea; I would not want to ever face such a terrible foe myself, and hearing about it was more than enough for me.' Fujiko shut the journal, and fastened it shut again, and bowed. The spell dissipated behind her with a gust of wind, and the sounds and images disappeared. "Unicorn-samas, I hope that this gift honors you. I took the time to transcribe the passage to this scroll, but both are yours. Let it be known that you are feared for your might, even by those that have a sea to keep them 'safe.'"
John
Fuyuko swiftly built a plate for her lady, knowing precisely what she would and would not like from her earlier meal. After a sufficiently impressive amount was gathered, she presented it to Kazuko, who smiled and nodded her thanks. "Of course. I would be pleased to tell you about stories from the plains in the north, but only if you do likewise of your travels at sea. You may never have been further inward; I have never boarded a boat."

Whatever Masanori had planned to apologize to the ronin, Kazuko was certain it would prove sufficient. Her brother was nothing if not a dutiful and honorable soldier, and she had no doubt he would conduct himself well as a proper samurai. It would not do to have animosity between the two, and the sooner it was stamped out the better.

When Mai mentioned a display, Kazuko was unsure of what to expect. Certainly not the spectacle that was displayed before her and the others. It was a fascinating tale too, hearing that the legend of the Ki-Rin's travels progressed as far as kingdoms across the sea. A fitting and impressive reminder of their legacy. After the appropriate refusals (being comfortable did not mean throwing out basic decorum, especially not in front of the rest of her retinue) she accepted the gift, before preparing her own.

"Your generosity is truly worthy of imitation, Moshi-sama. I am afraid what I have to offer will not come near the level of exceptionalism as this." She gestured for a cedar box to be brought to her. Once it was presented to her, she took a steadying breathe and stilled her hands before giving the story.

"Far to the west, across and beyond the Burning Sands, the Blue Horde encountered the end of the world: the Endless Sea. It was there Shinjo-no-Kami fought and defeated the World Devourer, the great beast named Orochi who consumed half the sea and our leader herself in its final moments." It was a solemn tale, and a reminder that even the Kami themselves faced battles beyond their capability. "After some time mourning her loss, the Horde was about to begin the return journey to the Empire of her birth when the people who lived there stopped them to offer their eternal gratitude for the sacrifice which saved their lands. Among their gifts of thanks were these."

Kazuko opened the case, presenting the contents to the Ambassador. Within was a delicate, organically branching sculpture the color of porcelain, with intricately designed gold filigree spiraling up each of the arms. In addition to the large sculpture, a small branch made of the same material and decoration was fastened as a pendant on a necklace. "These coral sculptures come from the end of the world, and yet they are the same corals found in waters near the Islands of Spice and Silk. No matter the distance between peoples, the oceans flows past them all. Those in the Empire who sail upon the seas as as connected to the waters beneath as they are every Clan throughout the Empire; those who fall in its defense follow in the footsteps of Lady Shinjo herself."

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Victoria
Kana's attention left her plate as she watched the story that Mai and Fujiko weaved, her eyes full of fascination. She had read of some of the things the air kami could do, and the sights they could place ahead of others, but she never imagined that they could illustrate a tale in such a vivid way. She considered as well how well thought out the gift was; an acknowledgement of the Unicorn clan's strength and what made them unique amongst the other clans of Rokugan. For now, though, her appreciation remained silent; the exchange was between their superiors, after all.

She watched no less intently as Kazuko presented her gift to Mai. While there was no presentation of magic to accompany the gift, she admired the beautify of the sculpture and jewelry, and the story behind the present's selection. In a city where had had learned the importance of keeping one's eyes opened for threats and betrayal at all times, seeing such common ground being built made her heart feel lighter.

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Jean
The scout was enjoying the evening's events. A smooth introduction, peaceful tea ceremony, and a delicious dinner with good company. All proceeding smoothly enough that he could remain a spectator.

Formal dinners he knew, and this one was going well in a way which fit both Clans. But Fujiko's performance was actually quite the spectacle, in a good way. He'd only heard in passing how the power of the *Kami* Could create such art; this was his first time witnessing such things, and it was suitably impressive.

And from what he could see, both sides seemed to be reaching out in peace and respect with their gifts. He couldn't help but smile at the Mantis' gesture, appreciating the effort that went into not just bringing it to life but collecting the tale in the first place.

High praise for his Clan, but made possible thanks to a similarly adventurous spirit that explored beyond the Empire. And beautifully complemented by their gift for their hosts. Far-reaching journeys, yet with ever-present unity. So he hoped, at least.

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Jesus
Though there was a wariness in Masanori's eyes as he glanced toward the ambassador, he was satisfied enough with his little stunt. He had soothed Kazuko's misplaced worries and managed to secure a precious few moments with the woman he truly wished to dine with in the process. That much he could find satisfaction in. He might have been content to sit idly by and enjoy his meal, but it seemed their hosts, ever the ambitious, meant to put on a show to accompany a gift meant for his dear sister. 

He offered it all the respect it required, watching the kami work their magics to support their tale. It was certainly an interesting approach—an acknowledgment of the Unicorn's military might. Such a showing might have landed quite well with the proud Lion, who played at humility but preened like peacocks at the very mention of their military accolades. For the Children of Shinjo? It was perhaps a bit much. But the gift was not for him, and his opinion, as so often was the case, mattered little. Kazuko seemed to like it well enough and presented a gift of her own.

Gift-giving was always a difficult thing. In a conventional exchange, sentimentality was key, and commercial value was to be ignored. Moshi Mai was anything but a conventional woman, however. He had been assured of this both by way of his previous interactions with the woman and by a polite few advisories from someone closer to her than most. With foreknowledge aiding him, he had confidence that his gift, while nothing so spectacular as a boon once gifted to Lady Shinjo herself, would stand on its own merits. 

Once his sister's gift had been properly accepted, the lieutenant made to stand. He gestured for a slim, unassuming box to be brought to his side as he made to speak.

"If it please, I too have brought a gift to honor this most generous reception. As a youth, I had the privilege to spend many a year in Khanbulak—the City of the Khan. It straddles the border of the Empire and the Burning Sands beyond, and it is a city like no other: huge, white walls act as a beacon, drawing merchants from the furthest reaches of the west to camp in its shadow. Their tents sprawl across the sands for miles, dozens of tongues spoken amongst thousands of stalls. It is a strange place, and one most samurai would find distasteful."

A short pause followed as the box was handed to him, cradled in his palms like so much glass.

"Perhaps I did too, for a time. But the longer I spent in that strange, foreign place, the more I came to enjoy it. Love it, truthfully. It became a second home to me. The gaijin, strange though they were, proved to be just like any other. Some were good, others bad, some honorable, some dishonorable. In many ways, the gaijin I saw were much like us—they laughed with their friends, wept with their tragedies, and in at least one way, worshipped as we do."

With one hand, he opened the latch on the humble little box. Its lid rose easily enough, and he claimed the contents with that very hand, withdrawing it until it dangled free and he could hand off its container. 

"Much like his city, the Khan's palace is like no other daimyo's home. It is no mighty castle, nor a sprawling estate. Huge marble columns dominate much of the western half of the city. Between them, tapestries so large as to mimic walls stretch between. Many of them were gifts from afar: the offerings of sultans and rajas, many of whom had learned the Unicorn's wrath in the days before our return to the Rokugan. One in particular, I always found quite beautiful. Along the eastern half of the palace, a sheet of silk was woven to depict the sun. In the morning, when Amaterasu shined her warmth on the city, her light would stream through the tapestry, illuminating the intricate goldwork such that one could scarcely tell its beauty from her own."

The cloth he held in his hands was much the same. Though much of the silken garment was a warm, inviting orange in color, the decorative patterns that wove throughout it were gold made cloth. The design was just as he had described: a beautiful sun that caught the light of the dining hall to shimmer as he held it out.

"When I inquired as to where it had come from, my foster father, Moto Ganbaatar-sama informed me it was hailed from the Ivory Kingdoms. The iconography is quite popular there, as though they do not worship her by her true name, even those born thousands of miles from Rokugan know her light. I cannot say it is quite so impressive as the one that adorned Moto Ogödei-sama's palace, but in place of that magnificent tapestry, I hope you might accept this as a token of my esteem, and an acknowledgment that while some might scoff at the Mantis for their foreign ties—as they did at my ancestors before me—the Unicorn understand that even in the farthest corners of the world, Lady Sun offers her kindness to all of her children. You might consider us proof of such."

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Colleen
Mai and Fujiko were both pleased to see their joint gift accepted. The daughter was worried that she mistepped or looked silly, while the mother was worried her gift would come off too boastful or flattering. But, it seemed to be taken well in stride, and the pair of Moshi held in a sigh of relief. 

There was the gift in return -well, _gifts,_ actually- and both were splendid in their own right. The first was an impressive sculpture, made up of coral. Coral was an amazing thing. Some thought it a pretty rock, others a hard plant. Others still said it was a beast, just one that was very, very slow. All the same, coral figurines and sculptures were amazing, bright and impressive. Needless to say, Mai would wholeheartedly accept the gift after etiquette was resolved. 

"This is remarkable," She said, almost a whisper. "To think something like this could come from so close to home, and so far away. Who else but the world travellers of Rokugan could find such things, hm?" She bowed deeply before having the sculpture taken carefully by her servants. "I want it in my sitting room," She ordered, "So I can have something dazzling to look at with my morning tea." 

"You got it, Mam-ahem, Moshi-sama." The servant double-bowed, and hurried off. 

"...Anyway." Mai shrugged her shoulders, and looked upon the necklace. "I'm at a loss; I want to wear it now, but I should probably wait... This is the problem with me, Kazuko-sama: When something catches my eye, I can obsess over it!" She decided to go ahead and don it. The necklace framed well, and looked nice with her getup. 

Then, there was Masanori's gift. Mai did what she could not to show it outright, but she may have liked his even more. Despite all her issues and bad qualities, she strived to be a good Daughter, and such a tapestry really reminded her of her duty to Amaterasu. And hearing it came from the Ivory Kingdoms...

"This is a wonderful gift," She said. "You see, I'm sure as our Clans are no stranger to Gaijin, you can see I am not purely Rokugani. My mother hailed from Maranae, captured and brought to the isles. My father made a wife out of her, and I came soon after, a gaijin-blooded girl. And yet, Amaterasu, the great Lady Sun reached out to me all the same." She looked at the tapestry once more, and smiled, genuinely. "I always thought it a fluke or pity from Lady Sun, but it seems that even when She's hiding from Lord Moon, She's off bringing Her light to the other nations. Indeed as you say, Masanori-sama, She offers her kindness to all." Again she bowed with deep respect. "I have to apologize to you, Masanori-sama, as I have no gift to give in return. Here's hoping that we can reconvene some day and I can express my gratitude properly for such a touching gift.

"But, if we are complete in our gifts, let's return to the revelry, yes? Feel free to eat, drink, and do as you please." 

And so, once again the dinner went back to being more casual. There was no speaking out of turn to worry about, as conversations could start up as they wished. 

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Jean
With the gifts given, Moshi Mai dispensed with the formality both sides had so admirably upheld. Temujin could almost feel the relief among the participants, given how both Clans preferred more carefree and 'down-to-earth' behaviour.

And consequently, as the murmuring and discussions picked up, it would become easier to fade into them.

Looking to Kana while he stirred at his piping hot bowl of beef and rice, he smiled at her honestly. Nevertheless, being around people they worked with, he did try to keep it at a 'merely happy' level rather than the wide, open ones they shared with each other. Their Clans weren't anywhere as refined or restrained as more traditional ones, but he did want to mind his manners. And avoid feeding the rumour mill surrounding the two of them.

"Well, Moshi-san," He said with amused jesting in his tone, "Now that the important part's done for now, looks like it's time for my favourite part of these things."

While he dipped a chunk of meat into a saucer for soy sauce to balance some of the spices, however, he did soften his demeanour just a smidge. There was pride and gratitude there, as well as friendship.

"But you really did make us feel welcome. The tour was great, and the tea ceremony was perfectly done. You should be proud of that."

Words of assurance, sincerely meant. Though in his mind, he recalled that thought he had about her again for but an instant. Like lightning, the thought left an impression, but left quickly.

*...It's just the close quarters and the food you're feeling. Your cheeks and ears aren't burning.*

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Victoria
"You and I both, Shinjo-san!" She smiled, dipping a bit of fish into raw egg, popping it into her mouth. She looked at the red meat on Temujin's plate for a moment, considering whether or not she felt quite bold enough to try it. At the very least she knew she wouldn't find judgement from the Unicorn regarding it.

She quickly chewed and swallowed her food at Temujin's comment. "Oh! Well, it is Moshi Mai-sama who deserves credit for the tea ceremony! The tour of the embassy was no trouble at all for me. I am glad to hear that you enjoyed it, though."

She smiled brightly. She still wasn't great at accepting compliments, but she was doing better. She hoped.

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Jean
"Of course," He chuckled warmly. "I was in good company."

He had a mouthful of the food, and had to admit it had a kick. His palate may not have been as accustomed to spice as a Moto's, but the savoury, fragrant delights enhanced the beef and got absorbed by the rice very nicely.

Washing it down with a cooling drink, he looked to Kana again with a look of fond recollection.

"I got used to these with Ide-sama, but I'll admit it was different back home at Shiro Shinjo." Temujin shared freely. "With so much of the Clan on the move at any time, most big dinners and meetings like these took place out in the open."

He smirked at the thought; Unicorn affairs were an odd mix of traditions, some restrained and others free. But logistics were always important for a Clan that preferred yurts and plains to futons and castles.

"What about you?" He asked with focused interest. "Were formal dinners like this back in the Valley of the Centipede?"

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Marlene
Okiku had remained quiet through the opening greetings. It was not her time to comment so she remained on the fringe as the event unfolded. Her words were always soft, and she didn't like to speak unless there was cause to.

When it was time to eat, she knelt with a demure air at an open spot. She remained quiet unless spoken to, just listening to the conversation. While not shy, she was always careful with her words could never be accused of being emotive. She had always found value in just listening to words that were spoken to deduce the motivations and ideosynchracies of others before she put her slim hand into the ring.

These Unicorn were a strange group she had surmised, though that was already well in evident — but then her own family were not typical of the mainlanders, so she had little room to make comment about her own people.

Carefully, she sampled the offered morsels, taking demure, polite nibbles. She was very conscious of both her food and appearance while taking nourishment — though not quite at the level of a ritual, but rather close.

When Temujin spoke up, her attention shifted that way with some curiosity.

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Victoria
"Oh?" Kana asked. "You'd often have feasts outside, then? That's interesting indeed! I imagine it must be difficult to manage some times. Especially if the weather did not cooperate."

As Kana spied some eel, she did not hesitate to help herself quickly to a generous portion and place it upon her rice, looking almost like a spearfisher doing it. Good food had always been one of her greatest weaknesses, and with so much for all she didn't worry too much about being decisive when it came to her favorites.

"Well... Less red meat, and many more prayers before the meal. *Many* More," She added with a giggle. "It didn't trouble me that much. I think it's always important to honor Lady Sun and the fortunes, and pay respect to who provides for us. Though if one is particularly hungry, well... Distractions do happen." Another giggle at that. "While we never ate outside, occasionally we would slide the door open to offer a view from the mountain..."

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Jean
"Whenever we could. It was nice to feel the wind and see the sky." Temujin replied cheerfully, a mischievous spark in his eyes as he drew on old memories. "Though if it rained, we'd use our larger tents. You can imagine how restless some of my Clanmates could get packed so closely together."

While she answered his question, he followed suit as well. From the steaming dishes before them, his chopsticks grasped a bunch of vegetables with a few slices of pork. He didn't hide the growing happiness and satisfaction, hearing her speak of her own home's parties with such familiarity.

"Now, see, back in Kouryo Province, our biggest issue was rounding everyone up," He returned with a short laugh. "Even when we were all gathered, you could always count on at least a handful of wanderers who couldn't resist going for a longer ride. Happened to me once, in fact."

Mirth softened to a glowing admiration, however. He knew they were in a large gathering, many conversations going on all around them. But whenever he spoke with her, it felt like it was just the two of them.

"That does sound lovely, though. I can imagine the prayers help you feel closer to Lady Sun, and each other," He said earnestly, the immediate parallels of tradition clear. Fiddling with his chopsticks, the Shinjo added "I've seen mountain views on a few occasions; I can only imagine how it looks where you're from."

There was a hint of longing there, too. He loved meeting and bonding with people, but as a Shinjo scout, he also loved witnessing nature in other lands just as much.

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Colleen
As the many conversations started up around the dining hall, Moshi mai fell silent. She accepted her gifts, gave her own, and with the business taken care of by not being business, she could relax, for the most part. There was one thing she needed to discuss with Kazuko, but it could wait until after. It was a non-starter, anyway, and with all that was going on with the people involved, it would surely not come to fruition. But, she'd make a point to inform the Utakus of the little scheme the Scorpion were cooking up. 

But for now, it was time to eat. 

Mai had to admit, red meat wasn't all that bad. She was always a fish girl, herself, but the leaner cuts of beef and the like were flavorful, in their own right. Her crew of misfits did wonders in that kitchen, that much was certain. All the same, though, she still had sashimi and grilled tuna fillet to savor, and she definitely intended to eat until she couldn't anymore. 

"Kazuko-sama." Mai spoke up to her fellow ambassador, offering a small bowl that had a sizeable piece of seared tuna steak on a bed of rice. The tuna had a nice, crispy sear, speckled with a mix of spicy and tangy seasonings. "I understand that you care little for fish, but I hope you'll try some prepared the Mantis way. You may just find a new favorite." 

As Mai attempted to tempt Kazuko, Fujiko was busy watching Kana and Temujin talk. They were definitely friendly, as far as she could tell, and she couldn't help but wonder if the two were even aware of it. She really shouldn't pry in older people's business, but...

"Excuse me, Shinjo-sama," Fujiko said, "But I wanted to say that you look very handsome this evening!" She looked immediately to Kana, still smiling. "Don't you agree, Kana-sama?" 

Chiyoko stayed silent, for the most part, letting the samurai have their fun. _She_ was having fun, as well, even if it was mostly just sitting there and watching others enjoy themselves. It reminded her of her old work, attending dinners as Togashi Yuuko's yojimbo, or even back home, in her father's estate. She couldn't complain, that much was certain. 

"More sake, Chiyoko-sama?" One of the servants asked her, noting the empty cup, but the ronin declined. "Actually, some airag, please," She replied. "It's quite tasty, if you ask me." Some of the Mantis would disagree, and didn't hold the same sentiment. But! It could really get the cheeks warm and in half the time as sake, so that made it not too shabby. 

"You really enjoy that drink, don't you, Chiyoko-san?" Mai looked over at her yojimbo, a smirk on her face. "Don't drink too much, now, I'd hate to find you stumbling about!" 

"I have never gotten drunk in your presence, Moshi Mai-sama," Chiyoko argued, "And even so, I never stumble about. I usually just, well, fall asleep." 

Mai chuckled, and so did Chiyoko, though she rolled her eye in the process. "I know, I know. I give you a hard time, but you're not bad at what you do, Chiyoko-san. Speaking of, I forgot to thank you for making all those figurines." 

There were more than a dozen mantis and unicorn origami figurines dotting the table, with simple notes of 'good fortune' and 'friendly times' written upon them. Chiyoko blushed a little, not expecting the praise. "It's nothing, truly," She muttered, "I just threw them togeth-"

"Now, don't lie, Chiyoko-san; your quarters are full of them, are they not?" She looked at Masanori, since he and Chiyoko were acquaintances of sorts. "You should really see her collection, Masanori-sama. You'd think she was just a grumpy ronin, but she really likes to make some rather cute origami. You may appreciate seeing your acquaintance in such a friendlier light." 

Chiyoko blushed profusely, but like any trained swordsman, she saw an opening and took it. "If it would please Utaku Masanori-sama, I wouldn't mind showing him." 

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John
The food was exquisite, the people seemed comfortable enough, the airag and other spirits flowed freely. Was this what a real party was like? Kazuko could not say for certain, having only faced political battlefields masquerading as such as a child and kept far removed from the raucous celebrations of her soldiers as a commanding officer. She was not quite sure if she enjoyed it either; it was all so much to take in. So many voices, so much laughter and speaking. Perhaps another drink and she would be able to gather a hold of her opinion.

Unfortunately, the attempts to make sense of it all did nothing to smooth over her severe demeanor. If anything her uncertainty made her generally serious mask fit ever tighter over her features, at least for now. The Mantis Ambassador's words broke her out of her introspection, and she snapped her attention to the woman.

It was true, Kazuko had never developed a taste for fish. It was simply not a commonplace item to be had in Unicorn lands, all sprawling plains and no coastline. Her experience with fish came primarily from Crane dishes served for the diplomats and artisans of their allies who visited the lands of her own people. However, she was here to be friends, and friends did not scoff at each other's offers. She put on her best attempt at a smile. "Very well, at your recommendation."

She took a small piece and ate it, waiting for the inevitable distaste to hit. It . . . Never did. While she could not say it was a new favorite, she found the fish when properly seasoned surprisingly palatable. Nodding, she took a bit more on her plate. "I am always pleased to expand my tastes, Moshi-san. Thank you for the suggestion."

Food and drink continued to flow freely, and eventually the stoic taisa broke from her silence enough to pose a question to her host. "Tell me, Moshi-san. How does a priestess turn into a captain and then an Ambassador? Your story must be a fascinating one, and I would be interested to hear it."

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Jesus
After his 'apology', Masanori was content to spend the rest of the dinner in relative silence. The same could not be said of some of his clansmen: Temujin especially seemed in high spirits. So much so, that the lieutenant found himself warily glancing down the table of honor towards both the Shinjo and his conversational partner. The pair seemed particularly close, and he could not help but wonder how much of the warmth between them could come of the little drink they had shared. Perhaps it was merely his affection for a particular Mantis that led him to such assumptions. Given that his subordinate remained unwed, he had little reason to pry further into the matter than idle curiosity. 

Whether by mercy or misfortune, his mind was not given too much space to wander through. The lieutenant directed his attention towards their generous host as she rained a rare amount of praise down upon her Yojimbo. His perception of the woman was colored by the often irate tales told to him by her loyal retainer, gleaned during those precious nights they spent in one another's company. To hear it told, she was quite the bully, unafraid to throw her weight around with those beneath her command. Perhaps the Moshi remained on her best behavior in front of her honored guests, or the promise of cooperation between their clans had left her in good humor.

It was a sad thing, to cast such suspicions on someone he had so little experience with. But a necessary suspicion... And a suspicion not lessened by her invitation to explore Chiyoko's quarters. It took discipline to suppress the urge to look to Kazuko—who had surely seen the origami figures decorating his yurt—at the mention of such an extensive collection. He cursed his inability to tell whether the ambassador knew more than she let on. Was it a ploy? An effort to try and separate him from his sister such that she could more easily push her agenda in his absence? 

His eyes were hard as he stared her way for a long, lingering moment. Then the ronin among them spoke, and he found his eyes drawn her way. The heat that burned across her cheeks helped melt his icy gaze. How could he refuse her when she looked so terribly flustered?

"A wonderful suggestion, Moshi-san," The Utaku reached for his cup, and drained it in a single swift motion, both to not be a discourteous guest and to help cool the fires in his chest, "Shall we depart now, Chiyoko-san? I am eager to experience your hospitality, in honor of our newfound understanding."

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Colleen
Kazuko's question had a rather long answer, but Mai wasn't afraid to share it. It was a rather peculiar life she led, that much she was certain of. 

"Well," She said, "I suppose it starts with my mother, really. Moshi Mayumi was her name, Lady bless her, and she gave birth to be after a chance encounter with a gaijin from Maranae. I still do not know how that joining came to be, the secret gone with my mother's soul. But, the important part was that I was half-gaijin, which was not acceptable at the time. Thus, I always had a mean streak, needing to combat those that'd come at me for being a 'half-breed.' Thus, I grew up mean, and more than willing to hurt others. If not for hearing Amaterasu's voice, I may have been doomed to pure villainy. 

"All the same, while I was gifted in the magical arts, I was not a woman that was considered of high worth by Moshi standards. Thus, I was used to cement an alliance between Moshi and Yoritomo, back before we shared one banner." Mai sighed, contently. "That's when my dear Yoritomo Tomoru came into my life. Surly, outspoken, and ruggedly handsome~...But most importantly, he didn't let me push him around. I liked that quite a bit. Anyway, he was captain of the Shibamura, in charge of raiding Gaijin ships... And the Crane, which I'll remind that the Mantis paid our debt on in coastal lands and dowries. But, all the same, I took on that life, blessing the ship, the crew, and my beloved captain. Naturally, when a fight occured I would fight, and I learned everything from being on that ship that any captain should. I had a son, which I named after my husband. But when I was pregnant with Fujiko...

"...My husband was slain at sea." Mai didn't look upset, though Fujiko was solemn at the mention. "So, when his ship returned, as did his crew, who were in need of a captain. I missed my husband dearly, you see, and if there was one thing other than my children that reminded me of him, it was that ship. So, I took on the ship's responisbilities as captain. 

"Now, managing that and my priestly duties has been tricky, but the sun shines upon the ocean as well, and you'd be surprised how many wicked spirits and creatures are out there in the deep. So, I managed to maintain a balance that has yet to anger the Lady. 

"As for becoming the Ambassador," She said with a chuckle, "I must confess, I was not expecting it. There was a moment in time that the Mantis Embassy was floundering. Not the greatest thing to admit, but the fact that we've turned it around so much more than makes up for the blunder, wouldn't you say?" 

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Victoria
"Ah! Well um... Yes! Yes he does! Ah! No! Yes! I mean in a very distinguished and formal samurai sort of way. Indeed, you look very handsome tonight Tem- Shinjo-san! Shinjo-san!" || Disadvantage: Romantically inept ||

After her rather awkward response to Fujiko, she procedes to stuff her mouth full of spiced eel, both to stop herself from embarassing herself further and to have a ready excuse as to why her entire head was as red as a chili.

Mai's story did offer some reprieve, however, as she shared the story of her life. Kana had heard and known pieces of it, but this was the first she had heard the tale in full. It was a remarkablr tale suitable for the remarkable woman the ambassador was. She felt her heart swell a bit with pride as well when she spoke of how the Mantis had come to do so much better in recent days as well.

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Jean
Temujin had certainly received compliments before, and knew of their many uses in social functions. He'd gotten insulting ones, sincere ones, suggestive ones, and joking ones, so he was somewhat prepared to thank Fujiko graciously.

"That is kind of you to say, Fujiko-sama-"

Then she included Kana in the conversation, and somehow things changed again. Awkwardly clearing his throat, stopping and starting his sentences, he fumbled with his thoughts, every ounce of statecraft he absorbed from Ide-sama trying to holds it all together.

"Oh. Um, I... Thank you, Kana-ch-*San*. The Mantis clean up nicely, too. And the green goes well with your eyes. Uh, your usual colours do, too, of course. Um. The green looks nice on everyone. And you."

He promptly reached for his own drink and nearly drained the cup in one go, hoping it'd help fade or divert from his burning cheeks while he wringed his hands. It was certainly bad enough that strictly speaking, the 'proper' thing to do was address her by her own name since they were among other Moshi!

*Well, we're certainly not stopping the rumour mill anytime soon. But just what is Fujiko-san playing at?*

Even so, despite the terribly awkward attempt at polite compliments, his smile warmed up and a low chuckle escaped his lips; if nothing else, he always enjoyed laughing at himself. 

He kept his eyes on Kana for a moment to share a gaze, his expression accepting of the situation and glad for her company. Then, he returned to the meal, drizzling a bit more of the tangy sauces over his rice bowl of beef and crab.

He had a welcome diversion when he listened to Mai's story, of course; he heard some of her experiences during his visits, but not her own personal life, and his respect for the woman and her daughter grew. He didn't begrudge samurai who came from gentler upbringings so long as their character was cultivated, but he could certainly respect those who overcame adversity while having something to cherish.

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John
As the meal wound forward toward its conclusion, the cup at Kazuko's side was rarely empty for long. Efforts to maintain calm in an event she felt so woefully uncertain in led to what an observant soul might view as an excessive amount of drink. To her credit, there were few outward signs from the taisa. However, to those who knew her, the change could be spotted. A slightly more expressive countenance, more exaggerated hand signs, a more relaxed posture.

"That is quite the impressive series of events, Moshi-san. Clearly the Fortunes have seen fit to bless your continued efforts in the name of your clan." And if her tale was even half the truth, the Lords of Death clearly too fearful to claim the shugenja's soul. A life with so many unexpected challenges and shifting goalposts seemed foreign in the mind of the Shiotome. Her life only ever had one aim, and she could barely keep that held in check.

The talk of being thrust into an Embassy faltering was noted, perhaps a place where the two of them had a shared experience. Kazuko took another drink of the liquor at hand—it had been refilled silently once more by Fuyuko—before nodding sagely. "I suppose in that manner we are not too dissimilar. I think you were present during the events which led to my . . . Temporary assignment here. Were it not for the skilled hands of my fellow clanspeople we too would have found ourselves toppled."

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Colleen
The evening was getting towards the end, and it had to be a success, as far as Mai could think. Then again, she thought everything was a success at the moment, as she was rather drunk at the moment. Now, Mai could always hold her liquor, so she wasn't going ot make a fool out of herself. Probably. As long as no one started up a song, she _should_ be fine. 

Her daughter, however, had met her match in plum wine. She found the taste of it pleasing, thanks to Kana's recommendation, and white she abstained from excess, she _may_ have sipped a few too much. At the moment, she was sitting up (barely), both hands on the tabletop to keep her balance. She was having a good time, all the same, especially watching Temujin and Kana flirt. 

"You're much too kind," Mai replied to Kazuko, shaking her hand. "I'm certain at times the fortunes are too busy thinking of how best to punish me that they forget to do the deed! But, I thank you for the nice words, Kazuko-san. Oh, apologies, Kazuko- _sama._ Forgive me if the drink got me too friendly!" 

Mai put a hand over her cup when the servants came around to fill them again, definitely feeling that she should quit while she was ahead. "You make a good point, Kazuko-sama. And yes, that was a horrible night for a new ambassador." She rolled her eyes, remembering the whole ordeal. "The bickering, the accusations, the forgeries... It was all a mess, and made worse by distrust from the Scorpion Clan. I won't pretend that I didn't expect such skullduggery from them, but I would have expected them to... I don't know. _Plan it better?"_ Mai chuckled, always enjoying a moment to bully. "But, I will say that the Unicorn handled the ordeal with a lot of grace. It was actually the way we were approached after the case that spurred me to look into making friends instead of enemies. Shinjo Temujin-san was particularly helpful in that regard." 

It was almost at random, but the shugenja remembered something that the sake and wine and airag had forgotten. "Ah, that reminds me, Kazuko-san." Mai motioned to the spirits on the table, and then to the taisa. "You seem like the kind of woman that could enjoy some rare drink. Here." She handed a carefully folded letter, sealed and everything. "It has an address to a hidden gem of a brewery in the city. It's very _hush-hush,_ so please, don't view the location until you're in private. Masanori-sama would find it interesting as well, I believe."

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John
Perhaps some hours earlier the Battle Maiden would have been in a state to fully comprehend the message woven through the Mantis Ambassador's words. However, in her current state that would prove impossible. It seemed in the course of the evening a sudden wave of exhaustion had begun to wash its way over Kazuko, and it was requiring far too much of her focus to maintain her calm and collected composure for her to consider too deeply what the meaning of this was. A problem for tomorrow. "I thank you, Moshi-san. I am sure this will be appreciated."

The final pleasantries of the meal had reached their end, and with that was the signal to eventually begin to make their way back to the Embassy. Rising—a little slowly and with Fuyuko's assistance—Kazuko bowed respectfully to their host. "Moshi Mai-san, Mantis-sans, the evening has been most agreeable. I appreciate the gesture of friendship towards us, and hope this will not be the last. Perhaps next time we shall have to invite you to dine with us. I hear our celebrations are known to become quite *Lively*."

Casting one last glance around the assembled Mantis delegation, committing their faces to memory, she nodded once more. The faintest hint of a smile crossed her face as she regarded the Mantis Ambassador. "Until next we meet. I look forward to it."

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