Maybe It's Bad Luck. Maybe It's Fate.

Prompt and businesslike as usual, Hattori arrived, dipped his head and greeted her by name. The monochromatic fae bowed her head to the Kaicho, dipping low in a show of respect as was their way. When she rose once more, blue and orange eyes scanned the face of her old acquaintance. She wasn't one to draw things out, so Ochitsuki got straight to the point.

"Kotori has lost his pack and disappeared," she informed the koi giant in smooth tones. "There was nothing for me there aside from shame." Tied to Kotori as she had been, being a displaced queen was a shameful thing. Emotionally, she felt no sense of duty to Valta, or whatever it was now, so away she went.

Pale ears flicked back for the barest second, belying the sense of uncertainty that the woman felt. "I've come to offer my services to the Kaicho of Tojo-kai, if he will have me." Again, she bowed low, honoring the man before her. "I will do whatever you require of me and will earn my keep if there is room for me within your ranks." Ochi stayed in her low bow and she would refuse to move until Hattori bid her rise.

"Ochitsuki"