Tsukiko rose from her bed in the morning and carefully dressed herself in an autumn colored kimono. The base color of the fabric was red, but has designs in both orange and yellow upon it. It was her second best kimono, and the only other one that she had been able to take with her. She had had so many beautiful clothes, it had been one of the most difficult things to decide which to take and which to leave behind. Her parents had had the garment specially made for her, awaiting a large fall festival that took place every year. When her first fall had come around, she had been too young to shift, and so they had all eagerly awaited the coming of the next one. Takahiro and Hikari hadn't lived to see another fall, and now Tsukiko was half way across the world. When she looked at herself in the mirror she was filled with equal parts sorrow and pride.
It was getting colder here, just as it would be in Japan as well. The Shimazu woman didn't want to stay inside today, she needed to get some fresh air. Setsuna had the exact opposite desire though, not wishing to experience the cool winds that awaited outside the doors. Tsukiko told her friend she would be back later and stepped outside, instantly feeling the chill of the air. It wasn't unpleasant to her though, in fact it fit her mood more than anything. Her elaborate kimono was weighing heavily upon her shoulders and she needed some time alone with her thoughts. It was probably best that Setsuna was staying in today.
The Japanese fey took a long walk without direction or purpose through the large territory of Dahlia de Mai. Various scents came to her nose, some wolf and some not. There were many that lived in this pack, it seemed, and yet she had only met a minuscule fraction of them. Of course this was mostly her own fault as she stayed locked up indoors most days, trying to sort out her complicated feelings about her current situation. Suddenly, as if she had hit a wall, the moonlit girl stopped. Soft blue eyes looked out at the territory that was no longer under Dahlia's rule. She wondered what all lay outside of these borders, but was of yet unwilling to recross that line. A gust blew past her, making the tails of her hair fly out to one side as she stared out at the unknown.