[center][h2]Fujiwara no Mokou[/h2][/center]

Mokou had elected to make sure they weren't being followed, by the simple expedient of staying at the front of the group, flying, and drifting backwards at the pace they were setting. It didn't seem like she was in any danger of getting tired... although, maybe it was simply possible that she [i]wouldn't[/i]. Or spending all her time wandering around the bamboo forest had done at least one thing for her health in the sense of stamina, even if in every other regard she appeared to be made of glass.

So far, the white-haired girl hadn't said anything, occasionally going back to wondering how the Moriya Shrine had brought [i]Lake Suwa[/i] with them. The lakeshore had been populated even back in her day, not just the shrine, so there was no chance of that being forgotten and falling into Gensokyo organically. But to outright take the lake... that seemed unreasonable. Maybe it had been duplicated somehow? It wasn't like she was in a position to know [i]that[/i] much.

The current conversation on meeting royalty—"I'd say I know court protocol but that's not much use here, you know?" 

It wasn't like her young life had been [i]flush[/i] with chances to use it, either.