On the rocky tide pools nearby, several Moonfolk girls carried baskets, prying oysters off rocks with knives and awls. Others squatted by a nearby faucet washing clothes.0

Time truly flew. If not for the Bull and Horse Group’s airship returning again, she wouldn’t have realized it had already been a week since their Roro Boat moored at French Fry Harbor.0

And although that week felt chaotic and blurry to Tail, the settlement truly had undergone many changes.0

First, there was the situation inside the camp. The formerly empty eastern land had turned into rows of wooden huts. Crude...0