There’s nothing new about swings.

They were here long before we started playing on them:

a vine or a low-hanging branch – anything that gives you that feeling of flying without trying too hard.

Not all swings are the same though.

Some are much, much better than others…

Take Yelkouan’s swing for example,

high up on a mountainside

hanging from an ancient tree.

So why on earth is Yelkouan so upset?

Well, it all started when something turned up in the middle of the night,

and left behind a perfect egg at the foot of the ancient tree.

For days the egg just sat there,

leaving Yelkouan to guess:

An eagle? A lizard? An owl? A snake?

Or something without a name,

some… terrible mistake?

And when she strolled through the woods at dusk,

there were forms in every rock and fallen branch,

and quick movements in the shadows

at…