Moto Akemi wrote:
The two on the wall may be able to make out the shape of a large horse riding towards the gate. On it were two people; the rider, a bigger woman in armour, and the woman on the back who was much smaller.
"Samara-sama, I think that's it" Akemi said quietly to the rider as they drew closer "hai, that's Nikesake. Kami, your horse is so fast."
"It would seem so, Lady Akemi. Not too many other cities under siege in this part of the world, I should hope." Samara quipped, hoping some levity would lighten the discouraging sight to arrive upon as she urged the horse onward at a slow walk.
"Did you doubt me? Asoka's father ran so swiftly as to outpace a djinn-wrought sandstorm. Such strong blood grants him strong, swift legs." The Otaku added praise to the sturdy warhorse that had borne both women all this way, her voice containing some pride and more than a little embellishment along with an accented lilt to her Rokugani that belied a less than native grasp of the language.
"We would have been here sooner were it not for the troops accompanying us."
Truly, some distance down the road the two women came from, a body of ashigaru was marching up. Spears and bows, a levy of foot troops, the contribution to the defenses of a city by a Unicorn lord.
"But, ah, look, Lady Akemi. There are others." Samara took her right hand off the reins and held it up in greeting to the other samurai. "Ho there,
effendim...er...samas. This is Nikesake?"