Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 495 - 195: Falling Toes_3

This secluded hill, due to its lack of visitors, had few places to set foot on: either thick grass, or the branches of shrubs, along with twisting vines and the like.

As she passed through, Tilan’s skirt and stockings were often hooked by the branches, but she was in no hurry, slowly pushing them away and moving along, not minding the dust and fallen leaves that clung to her clothing.

Is it here? She walked a good distance before arriving under a large tree, where there was a slight clearing, probably due to the tree’s canopy, which left little vegetation below.

The decayed leaves crunched softly beneath her feet, and under the tree there were stones covered in moss and an inconspicuous hole.

Bracing herself against the side of a stone, Tilan applied a little force, and the stone shifted, revealing the slightly moist earth below, where a few insects crawled.

Fearing the insects might climb onto her hand along the stone, Tilan let go in advance, and the stone fell back into place, wobbling slightly before settling down again.

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It’s not here, Tilan walked around the base of the tree and then located two overlapping stone slabs not far away, where she stopped.

The two out-of-place stone slabs created a gap that likely hid a concealed space, as standing on the slabs, she could feel an unstable wobble.

It’s here, the girl closed her eyes to feel, the small creature that had scurried past her earlier was hiding under the slabs.

How to coax it out? She could easily smash the slabs, but she was afraid of frightening the little creature.

After pondering for a while, Tilan looked up at the sky, then stretched her fingers towards the grass, giving a slight shake, and a few salt-baked flavored nuts appeared at her fingertips, which she then picked up and placed on the open ground in front of the slabs.

Having finished this, Tilan effortlessly leapt onto a thick branch above, first sweeping away the accumulated dirt and mud with the soles of her shoes, then standing on tiptoe, letting a gust of air envelop the branch in a spiraling flight, carrying away dust and broken bark to leave it relatively clean, before finally sitting down.

The branch, similar in girth to Tilan’s waist, posed no concern for her weight, only swaying slightly when she sat, but Tilan found this quite amusing, feeling her body sway gently back and forth with the branch, her shoe tip bobbing within a few centimeters’ range in her view, occasionally obscuring the slabs beneath and at times sweeping past the pale yellow flowers in the distance.

Picking off a leaf with her fingertips, a firm press left a dark green mark, then a faintly damp trace seeped from the leaf, offering a faint fragrance when held close to the nose, exceptionally serene.

As Tilan observed the leaf in her palm, sounds of movement slowly emanated from beneath the slabs below; perhaps the aroma of the salt-baked nuts was gradually spreading— a gray bamboo rat poked its head out, glanced around, then scurried toward the nuts, its chubby body making its short limbs appear somewhat endearing and diminutive in contrast.

If it were in the wild, such slow-moving, less-vigilant creatures would likely have been preyed upon long ago.

Putting down the leaf, Tilan watched the chubby little creature munch on the nuts below, contemplating whether to catch it; she felt it somewhat unsatisfying to do nothing at all.

Still, it’s better to catch it, she decided, then lightly hopped down from the branch, silently landing on the slab, before walking over.

The creature, engrossed in its treat, realized Tilan’s presence only when she clamped her hand around its neck, prompting it to twist and struggle.

"There’s no use running away," Tilan said, holding it in front of her to take a closer look.

Compared to field and house mice, the bamboo rat looked somewhat more appealing to the human eye and was much cleaner, given that it fed mainly on grass.

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After observing and teasing the little creature with a small stick, Tilan placed it back on the slab, and soon it squeezed back into the crevice between the stones.

"Hiding in places like this, you can get eaten by snakes, next time find a drier, safer place, or you’ll have to learn to climb trees..." she said, tapping the stone slab with a stick, speaking in a fragmented manner before standing up.

The sunlight gradually reached its zenith, and the birdcalls in the forest quieted down significantly, the early spring breeze fluttering the tender leaves, which scattered in the light with exceptional clarity.

Hexia Tilan, now 17, was having a quiet and ordinary day, nothing grand, nothing moving, no blood-pumping excitement, but a sincere and simple joy. The heart that once found no foothold was slowly settling down.