A wide stretch of land unfolded before us, rolling gently beneath the open sky like a vast, untouched sea of green. But it was nothing like the verdant mat of green the Eserian had formed. The Forea Alliance was different.
Tall grasses swayed lazily in the breeze, their soft rustling blending with the distant chirping of insects and birds hidden among wildflowers scattered across the fields. Bundles of vibrant color dotted the grass field–yellows, purples, blues, reds, and many more colors bloomed freely where nature had laid claim to the land. It was beautiful and completely different from the Eserian.
I did not have to turn and twist around in worry, making sure the plants around me were harmless. That was not necessary in this field.
The air still carried the warm scent of nature, of fertile earth that both smelled and felt rich and alive, but there was another touch–the scent of sunlit grass and flowers I'd never seen before.
