Dahozhoni Meadow seaborne

the stranger came bearing words as silvered as his own furs, some kind of desultory offering at the bare shrine of her desolation. he was a pretty thing, heavenswrought — but he didn't know her. nausicaä glanced up, swiping her tongue across her muzzle to erase some of the rotten scent from her mouth.

whatever the price, i'm sure i've paid it a thousand times already, she murmured, a glint in her eyes akin to amusement. enough for both of us, maybe, if you fancy a carrion dinner yourself.