There was a road that ran the coast all along the western length of North Terra, curving around with the landmass and crossing three separate mountain ranges before coming to the great port city of Haikar. Before the war with Ignis, the road had been given many names: Tropical Trail, Spice Road, The Road to Sera; essentially it had stopped at many little ports that imported all manner of goods from the Plant Kingdom, but everything had changed when Ignis attacked. The island nation had done everything within its power to destroy the trading road and all of her important villages in order to cut Terra off from its best ally, and now the road to Sera was little more than an overgrown trail.
Yet Haruna had made use of it in the past year and a half, firstly with other guerrilla fighters to spy on the movements of Ignese ships, and after the war was done, to traverse the otherwise inhospitable terrain of the continent. Now she was on the road south, heading for Lushan. She'd received a letter from an old friend only a few days ago, and reaching the single functional port city that might take her to Ignis was her only priority. According to the letter, he'd made it back from the war, but he was in need of Haruna's assistance... how had he managed to find a runner who'd been able to reach her? Well, she and her friend had spent a long time working together against Ignis. They'd both made their own connections within Terra.
There was one problem with her plan to barrel straight across the strait between Lushan and the first island of Ignis' empire. Both she and her horse were not infallible, and both needed rest. When Haruna came across a path that led to an old, somewhat familiar house, she decided to turn off of the main overgrown trail. The path was covered with plant-life, roots curving treacherously from the beaten down earth in such quantity that the young Terran decided to dismount, to lead Meito by the reins. The earth here was richer than much of the rest of the continent: land near Ignis had always been coveted for its fertile qualities, but the river that poured out from between the Shanmar and the Karakurr ranges carried the silt of half a continent with it -- even little tributaries like the one near the rest house held a healing power that most of the rest of Terra lacked.
Because of this, Haruna was out of her boots in mere moments, slinging them over Meito's dusty saddle and sighing in private bliss as sore, bare feet touched on the soft moss that had crept over the trail.
The girl decided to stable her horse first, so it was some time before she finished with her duties to ensure the house didn't have any unexpected squatters, and that Meito was settled and had browsing options. It seemed as though the house was empty, as was most of the architecture this close to Ignis. Relieved by the break from humanity, Haruna soon returned to the river -- only a handful of minutes after Draven had really settled into his hiding place. Walking barefoot still, the long-haired Terran approached the river's edge stripped down to her skivvies, her glaive-like spear held loosely in one arm. For all intents and purposes, the Terran had no idea that Draven was present, let alone a few meters away.
She looked up and down the bank, paying less attention to imminent threats than she was to a good rock that jutted out of the water. When she found one to her liking, she leapt atop it, using her spear to balance herself as she watched the riffles in the water. It took some time before she moved again, but when she did, the weapon shot into the water, blade first. Before she'd even retrieved it, she was letting out a string of colourful curses -- Terran words, though Draven was more than likely familiar with some or all of them. Haruna hadn't caught her quarry... but she looked as though she was persistent enough to keep trying.