Riding the familiar flying craft, its grey wings sliced through the drifting clouds as it descended once more into the lush green mountains. When the hatch opened, Tilan felt a chill in her legs, followed by a gust of cold air filling her sleeves and swirling under her skirt.
Although the valley forest before her eyes was a deep green, with evergreen trees standing tall, the white snow on the distant peaks and the white breath she exhaled both told of the winter season.
The girl, carrying her suitcase down the escalator, noticed that the Indigo Snake inside seemed to sense the familiar environment. It poked its head out, looking at the outside world through the gaps and holes in the case, while the giant spider at the girl's feet sprang up, leaping into the forest—probably to take a romp before following her back.
