<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/68/Utaku_Kotone.jpg)</div><strong>Utaku Kotone</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1pDiKxEC0U2ndYLtYCctV2CTnKtkmEDs-D6mROL-DpbA/edit)<br/><br/>When Kotone arrived at the gate she again wore her snug but proper kimono and the ashigaru armor fitted to support her generous bosom and rest it's weight on her hips.  She lead Keiko, her unicorn-bread mare—and carried both daisho and scroll case.<br/><br/>The former unicorn wore a more earnest and spontaneous smile than she had before—one that really was improperly expressive for a samurai, who should be stoic even as a teenage girl.  She regarded her new found clan mates and started to outright dimple at their interplay.<br/><br/>Kotone realized this and blushed  a little bit.  Turning to Keiko, she unhooked the mare's saddlebags and worked to carefully repack them, making room for the rice when it arrived—and hopefully a few jars of picked vegetables, bean paste, or dried fish.