RoN Four Heros: Round TwoNight had a certain way of folding around the forestalmost as though enticed by the wind to come alive, unfurling between the trees. Ivera watched as the clear red light bled off the thick leafy branches, disappearing into blue twilight. Grass tickled her bare ankles as she wound through a patch of young birches, their curious white bark peeling like paper. She found herself wishing the heat of the sun hadn't vanished so quickly, folding her arms across her chest for warmth.
As the last light breathed over the sky beyond the horizon Ivera paused to find her lantern, maneuvering her wings out of the fur-lined leather pack she wore on trips to Vidarus. She had paid for its craftsmanship on her first unfortunate visit into Bertean tundra, quickly discovering the definition of northern Vidarus was its snow. The rags she'd managed to wrap the delicate membranes of her wings with had proven completely useless, so she'd been forced to find a more permanent solution. A leather craftsman