Sailor Pluto sat silently, holding Sailor Saturn in her arms. "Well," she said at last, "it seems we two are fated to always be finding ourselves in the wrong place at any time. Do you think any of the other Sailors will show up?" Saturn gurgled solemnly and blinked up at Pluto.

"Um, sorry to interrupt you, but we're going to be going into a city soon, and we've really got to get you some new clothes," Miaka said from behind Pluto. "Not to mention a code name, or something. People will look at us odd if we keep calling you 'Pluto'." Pluto glanced up, and then used her Glaive to get to her feet, holding Saturn in the other arm. Miaka was munching on some bread and a hunk of cheese, which caused Pluto to feel a slight longing to see and talk to Sailor Moon again.

"I have a friend like you. I don't think either of you would get along. Usagi would be fighting you for the food," Pluto said with a half smile. "You may call me Setsuna, and the baby is called Houki. As to the clothing, I have nothing other than my fuku, so you'll have to come up with something else." Miaka 'hmmed' and turned back towards the camp thoughtfully.

"Any of you guys got something that Sailor Plu...excuse me, we're calling her Setsuna now. Anyway, anyone got something that she could wear?"

Nuriko coughed. "Actually, I might have something her size. I don't wear it much anymore, so you're welcome to it." He turned to his pack and pulled out a kimono. "Hmmm..." He looked at the kimono, then walked up to Setsuna and held it up to her. "Urm...what do you think, Hotohori?"

Hotohori glanced up from working a tangle out of his hair. "Pink? On her? Nuriko, while you're taste is hardly rival to mine, I wouldn't have expected something like that. Don't you have something red or purple, like her fuku? Black, even. Darker colors for the dark lady."

Nuriko nodded. "I agree. Let me see..." He went back to his pack, putting the pink kimono away and rummaged a bit. "Ah-ha! I knew this was in here somewhere." He pulled out another kimono, this one black as night with magenta colored roses worked in. He walked over and held it up to Setsuna again, glancing back at Hotohori. The emperor nodded his approval and went back to his grooming. "Well, go try it on. If you need help, I'm sure there are several of us here who can help," he said with a smile.

Setsuna smiled resignedly. "Hold Houki for me," she said, giving the baby to Nuriko and taking the kimono. She stalked off, muttering under her breath about not being able to move if attacked and breathing being important. As she passed Tasuki, she noticed his grin. "What are you laughing at?" she snapped

"Lady, it will be interesting to see you all dressed up," he said, laughing out loud. Setsuna glared at him a moment, then hauled back her fist and hit him. She continued walking farther into the forest to change, ignoring the laughter that followed her

She pulled off her fuku and quickly put the kimono on, surprised at how comfortable it actually was. She sighed, realizing that her spike-heeled boots went terribly with the dress, but resigned to the fact that there was nothing that she could do about it at this point. She walked aback into the clearing and leaned on her Glaive, left hand holding her fuku. "Well?" she asked, daring anyone to make a snide comment. She tossed her fuku to Nuriko and then spun in a circle. "The boots don't exactly go with it, but I doubt that anyone has a pair that would match better." From a safe distance, Tasuki whistled and she noticed the looks of approval in everyone else's eyes. Miaka, however, looked rather irritated about something.

"Now for the next important step," Hotohori said. She looked at him curiously but he made no comment as to what he meant. "Sit there," he ordered, pointing to a rock. She sat down and he went to work on her hair, twisting it all up into a high bun with wisps of hair curling around her face and neck. With a flourish Chichiri produced several cases of what looked strangely like cosmetics--and were. Nuriko took them from Chichiri and began to do her make-up, ordering her to move her head this way and that while Hotohori was telling her to move it the other way. Somehow, they finished without trying to kill each other and without her head falling off. She arched an eyebrow at them when they finished.

"And what does this have to do with anything?" she asked tartly.

"While you were changing, we decided that you have a better chance of passing as a lady of noble birth than Miaka does," Tamahoma replied. She 'oh'd' in understanding, realizing why Miaka looked so put out, and then shrugged. She was a princess, after all. She should know what to do. She stood up and took Houki from Chiriko, who was entertaining her with his flute.

"Well, little Saturn, do I look as ridiculous as I feel?" she muttered under her breath. Houki gazed solemnly up at her, and then smiled, grabbing for the finger that Setsuna offered her. "Let's get going..the sooner we reach our night's lodging, the sooner I can change out of all this."

Setsuna straightened up, holding Houki in the crook of her arm and waiting for Tamahoma and Miaka to lead out. She really didn't feel like walking with the rest, so she followed slightly after with Houki. A few minutes later, Mitsukake slowed slightly to walk by her. "You look beautiful, by the way," he said shortly, not looking at her. She glanced up at him in surprise, speechless.