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Somehow, looking out at these neglected farm lands caused some kind of flip to switch within the Japanese woman's mind. Within her mind she trimmed all of the overgrown plants, repaired the unused buildings and could imagine people out working in the fields. While these lands would not be suitable for rice, it was rice paddies that she envisioned before her. Tsukiko was no farmer, but she was a leader, and given the people to do the work she could make good use of these lands, at the very least more use than they were right now. As quickly as it had come the vision faded. This was not Japan. Her clan held no lands. Her name meant nothing here. Conor was Dahlia de Mai's leader, not her. He may have given her a home here, but she was suddenly struck with the crippling knowledge that she was nothing here. Just another subordinate. She was no princess anymore, but a pauper. A nobody. Her shoulders sank along with her spirits. How was she supposed to retain and build up her ability to be a leader when she had come to a place where she was inconsequential? Perhaps this had been a terrible mistake.
Her self deprecating musings were cut short by the appearance of another female and her eyes became more alert again. Tsukiko looked at the other femme, younger than her, though not by too terribly much. As with all the other wolves she had met here, she wore no clothes. At first this detail had been overlooked, but now that she was becoming ever so slightly more adapted to this place it seemed to jump out at her as some gross social offense. How could everyone here just walk around with nothing to conceal their bodies? It seemed the height of immodesty to the Shimazu, but this was not Japan, and there was so little that was the same here in the new world. The monotoned female with the crimson eyes introduced herself and bowed her head, and Tsukiko returned the gesture. "Hello Nayru-san, I am Tsukiko Shimazu," she said politely. Something about this girl seemed slightly different than anyone else she had met here so far, but she could not place a finger on exactly what that was.
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