The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Della meticulously explained her daughter's daily habits and precautions, while Moran listened attentively, nodding occasionally.

“Don’t be nervous,” Della said with a smile at the end. “I’ll probably come back to pick her up in about three days.”

"Don't worry, Grandma. I'll take good care of her!" Moran assured her.

After chatting for a while, Della checked the time, stood up, and said, "Then I'll set off now. The sooner I get to the clan meeting, the sooner I can come back."

She turned and went upstairs to say goodbye to Xiao Leila.

On the treetop platform, Little Leila was being "encouraged" by Zizi to sit on a "swing" naturally woven from thick moss vines.

The swing has a unique design, a soft cushion, and colorful little flowers adorning the vines hanging down on both sides.

Zizi pushed her from the side. The swing wasn't high, and the swing was gentle, but it was enough to make little Leila laugh with a clear and cheerful sound like silver bells.

Seeing her mother come up, Little Leila immediately asked the moss vines to help stabilize the swing, jumped down, ran over, opened her arms and gave Della a big hug, burying her little face in her mother's chest and rubbing against her.

"Is Mom leaving?" Her voice was muffled, with a hint of longing.

"Okay, Mom has some errands to run. I'll be back in three days." Della crouched down, smoothed her daughter's wind-blown curly hair, and kissed her forehead. "These next few days, be a good girl and listen to Moran. Get along well with Zizi, Kaba, and Sentai, okay?"

"I know!" Little Leila nodded vigorously, the reluctance of parting quickly overshadowed by the novelty of being here: "I'll be very good! Mom, you have to come back soon too! I'll miss you!"

“Mom will miss you too!” Della hugged her again, then stood up, nodded to Moran who was standing at the top of the stairs, and then walked lightly to the edge of the platform, summoning her flying broom.

She straddled the broom, waved one last time to Moran and Leila, and then the broom rose silently, carrying her swiftly into the azure sky and disappearing into the distance.

Moran looked away and saw that little Leila had run up to her and was looking up at her with her little face, her little hand naturally tugging at the hem of her clothes.

"Sister Moran!" Little Leila's voice was full of anticipation. "Can we swing together now? I want to swing really high, but I'm a little scared!"

“Okay!” Moran readily agreed and naturally reached out her hand to Xiao Lei.

Sen Tai readjusted the "swing," making the vines stronger and more flexible, and the cushions wider enough for Moran and Little Leila to sit together.

Squeaky has already secured the "best booster position" and is eager to get started.

Kaba had silently climbed up a thick, slanted branch next to him and sat there steadily.

That's the "best vantage point" overlooking the entire platform and the swing track.

On its smooth neck bone, a small and exquisite magic camera was now neatly set up, its lens already pointed at Moran and Little Leila on the swing in the center of the platform. The soul fire in its eye sockets burned steadily, giving it the focused look of a professional photographer preparing to capture a wonderful moment.

The sun was shining brightly, the breeze was gentle, and before me stretched a vast and magnificent sea of ​​roses. In the distance, there was a lush and verdant sunset forest, and further still, a glimpse of the shimmering sea could be seen.

"Ready?" Moran held little Leila and sat steadily on the large, soft swing cushion that Sentai had adjusted. She let little Leila sit in front of her, her arms naturally encircling her small body, ensuring both safety and giving her enough room to move around.

Little Leila immediately grabbed the two sturdy, drooping vines on either side, her little feet dangling in the air, swinging happily. She tilted her head back and leaned against Moran's chest: "Ready! Sister Moran, let's fly together!"

"Well then—" Moran glanced down at the excited little one in her arms, her voice tinged with amusement, "Hold on tight, we're taking off!"

Squeak was already prepared. In order to better propel the swing that increases its "passenger capacity", it even temporarily increased its size, making it look more like a strong ape.

It seized the opportunity, and when the swing swung backward to its charging point, it puffed out its cheeks and used its more powerful claws, combined with the speed at which the moss vines rose on their own, to push forward steadily!
"Wow--!"

The swing carried two people, one big and one small, and swung high forward and upward!

The sudden acceleration caused Little Leila to let out a short, surprised scream, which quickly turned into a louder, more joyful laugh.

The wind blew harder against them, tousling their hair, and little Leila's skirt fluttered in the wind: "So high! It really feels like we're flying!"

As Moran felt the wind and weightlessness, he subconsciously tightened his arms around Leila, protecting her even more, while the smile on his lips grew wider and wider.

Kaba sat high on a tree branch, the shutter of the magic camera around his neck clicking rapidly and precisely, capturing every wonderful moment.

At its highest point, the swing was almost parallel to the platform. For a moment, it felt as if they were truly suspended above the sea of ​​flowers and the forest, incredibly close to the sky.

Then, under the gentle pull of gravity and the moss, the swing swung back with a whistling wind.

"Again! One more time! Squeak! Higher!" Little Leila asked excitedly, still wanting more.

"Alright! Squeak, Sen Tai, this time we're soaring into the sky!" Moran was also infected by this joy and responded with a smile.

They squeaked once to indicate they received the signal, and their little paws were poised to pounce. The moss vines also wrapped around their waists, providing protection.

The second swing is more powerful and has a higher arc.

Laughter, the sound of the wind, the slight creaking of vines, and the soft click of the camera shutter mingled together, and Moran felt a sense of freedom.

The swing swung high and then gently fell back down, repeating this countless times. The initial excited screams were gradually replaced by longer, incessant giggles. Little Leila's breathing became a little rapid, but the smile on her face never stopped.

Finally, as the tide slowly receded from its peak once again, she leaned against Moran's chest, panting slightly, and called out, "Sister Moran... I... I'm a little tired... Let's rest for a while before playing again!"

Moran smiled and told Sentai and Zhizhi to gradually reduce the force, and the swing gradually became gentler, finally coming to a stable stop in the center of the platform.

She picked up little Leila and got off the swing, gently smoothing her wind-blown curly hair: "Did you have fun?"

"Super—happy!" Little Leila's feet touched solid ground, and she swayed a little reluctantly. Then, her gaze was immediately drawn to Zizi beside her, hands on hips, chest puffed out, as if to say, "I'm amazing at pushing the swing!" (End of Chapter)