Herbalists' Cache roots

hope you don't mind me..

so she followed him.

a girl hunting the promise of divinity after all. or maybe only a girl hunting for a man, a tale just as old and with just as much capacity for destruction. nausicaä made no effort to hide her presence, but neither did she try to engage with him in her pursuit. more often she only watched.

this time, though, the man started and went still when he heard her. maybe he hadn't been expecting her — or was this the first time he'd noticed her at all? she wouldn't have been surprised. she tended to slip through the cracks that way.

so she stepped closer, curious in spite of herself, but said nothing. not yet.