Dahozhoni Meadow seaborne

in an instant she decided that she would follow him. for an hour or for a lifetime, she didn't yet know — but who ever knew? who could ever predict which way the tide would take them after surrendering to the water?

well, she supposed that she'd been meant to... but the tide had taken her a different direction, it seemed. somewhere far from the ocean. she managed a tired smile for the man.

let's see what we can find, then, she murmured, lifting her nose into the wind. a place where the rot doesn't reach. after a moment, she added without looking at him again: nausicaä.