Ronnen

As the jungles of Rindrir faded into Ulrien, the first thing Ivera noticed was the country's familiar horizon. The prairie spread out before her like rippling golden mane on the spine of the hills. A smile touched the Lizane's lips as she stretched out her hand, bending back the heavy grain stalks as she traveled along the open, rolling land. Her heavy claws dug into the rain moistened soil, releasing the rich fragrance of earth and moss. Though her feet were becoming dirty—and claws were a difficult to clean—today she didn't mind. Instead of taking the road, she chose instead to pick her way through the grasslands; though she neve