Azerith Spiritsong prepared his reagents, grinning to himself as he thought of the wonders he was about to see. He had felt the presence of a large plane with plenty of energies, and was eager to see it. Muttering his incantation, he began to glow, his already ebony skin turning as white as the sun. Opening the dimentional rift, he stepped through, feeling his very being stretch and zip through the eerie fabric of the æther. As he opened his eyes, he saw a wall of orange. Wheat.<span style="font-style: italic">Did I planeswalk into a wheat field?</span>The energies in the ground certainly felt like it. Azerith hummed. He began running through the field, disturbing nary a single strand of wheat, looking for someplace high to get an overview of the situation. As he was still adjusting to the reality of this new plane, he was completely oblivious to any other presences nearby, though his own aura could be easily felt.