The ground surged, pushing the grass aside as it rose and leveled itself out. A flat path, stretching out like a newly paved road, began to form. Walking along it was a man with black hair and eyes, pulling something behind him.
Humans are prone to motion sickness when they are high up. When an object moves, the top sways significantly more than the base where the force is applied.
At first, I had tried to carry her heroically on my shoulders. I only realized my mistake when Nahida’s face turned pale and her head started bobbing rhythmically against my ear.
After racking my brain, I came up with the idea of a stroller. The structure wasn't that complicated; I just visualized it, and the power provided. It wasn't the prettiest thing in the world, but it wasn't like I was entering it into a beauty pageant, so who cared?
The untamed wilderness, devoid of a single paved road, was no different from the Middle Ages. Fortunately, my ability to effortlessly flatten the earth and create paths solved that problem, sparing Nahida from the miseries of motion sickness.
The landscape was a vast, rolling hill country with only the occasional lonely tree. From the hills at my feet to the distant horizon, the world stretched on forever.
Nameless flowers and grasses were in full bloom across the expanse. Everything the eye could see was a vibrant, lush green.
And across that verdant canvas, a single brown line was being slowly etched.
A gentle breeze carried the fresh scent of grass to my nose. I didn't know the names of these plants or flowers.
The only thing that mattered right now was that I needed to find food, and none of this greenery looked edible.
When your thoughts are limited, your vision narrows. What would normally be a magnificent sight was reduced to nothing more than useless scraps of green weeds.
Nahida, however, seemed to find it all fascinating. She peeked her head over the edge of the stroller, staring at the surroundings for a long time. Her small eyes, sparkling like starlight and filled with curiosity, were incredibly cute.
As I pulled the rattling stroller along, scanning the area for anything useful, I noticed Nahida looking up at me.
"What is it?"
“Dad?”
Seeing the worried expression on her face, I blinked and consciously relaxed my muscles. Without realizing it, I had been scowling.
“No, I’m not hurt. I’m just a little tired.”
“...”
I said it to reassure her, but Nahida remained restless. Eventually, she grabbed the railing of the stroller. When I saw her trying to hook a foot over the side to climb out, I gasped and reached out to gently catch her.
“Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?”
“...”
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It was already quite late. I created a soft mat to line the stroller and carefully laid Nahida down.
She seemed to be fighting a battle between her sleepiness and her worry for me, squirming as she tried to stay awake. But eventually, her eyes fluttered shut, and she began to breathe with a steady, peaceful rhythm.
"Why are you holding out? You can just sleep."
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