Red-Haired Kins

A giant shadow swept past the bright sky above Devil's Water.

It was Swan, who was traveling swiftly using a pair of feather wings that were originally her arms.

"Miss Swan? Can-can we do this in another way? You can hold me with a rope or something," Helen spoke while sitting on top of Swan's back, blushing.

"What, it's not comfy up there? And call me Swan. Don't let me remind you again."

"It's nice. Just…"

This is too embarrassing! Helen thought.

"Quiet now. We have arrived."

Helen looked below and saw they were flying above a colorful island full of flowers and simple structures that blended in with nature quite well.

During her years working on The Limpet, she never went too far inside Summerdew Ridge to see such a sight.