The afterglow of the evening sun poured over the entire Redstone Gorge, dyeing half the sky a brilliant orange-red, magnificent and breathtaking.
Luna crouched by the stream, picking wild strawberries. These strawberries looked a lot bigger than the ones she remembered from her previous life.
She tasted a few and found they were especially sweet.
So she casually pulled a few sturdy vines and wove a small basket on the spot to hold the wild strawberries.
Mael Valerius leaned against an ancient tree, arms crossed, watching with great interest, the corners of his mouth curved in an attractive arc.
His Luna wasn't just clever, her hands were incredibly skillful too.
Look at that little basket—nice and sturdy.
Just then, a sudden whoosh sounded in their ears, and everyone's gaze snapped toward its source.
They saw two dark shadows streaking across the distant sky at lightning speed.
Luna also noticed the noise, paused in her strawberry picking, and looked up,
