The wind of Mythlorien whistled through Pip's translucent wings, producing a sound like the chiming of crystal bells cutting through the forest air.
For the little fairy, that moment was the peak of his new existence. Pip looked down, watching the vast green expanse stretching out like an endless ocean, and felt a wave of deep gratitude toward Lohan and Lisa.
It hadn't been that long since Pip was just a lazy fairy in Petal Village, someone who hated the repetitive work of polishing seeds and preferred to sleep under the shelter of giant mushrooms.
Back then, he was content to just be one of the many "invisible gardeners" who fled at the slightest sign of danger, unable to protect even his own sister or himself.
But now, Pip felt the comforting, cold weight of Lohan's blue biomass wrapping around his legs and torso like a powerful warrior's armor.
Pip loved what he did now.
