As they take a moment to orient themselves, it gives them a chance to look around. They appear to be in an open field, at the top of the gently curving rise of a valley, overlooking an almost endless sea of grasses. Off in the distance, a mountain range rises, hazy, just above the horizon, and trees can be seen rising out of the plain, far off in the opposite direction.<br/><br/>"It's quiet. I can't hear anyone," Ama says, looking around suspiciously. "I can always hear my daughters, even in secure portions of your domain. This is... different." Inari closes her eyes, and sends out a pulse of power, a second later turning to face the region a little north of the distance forest. "One hundred and ninety miles that way, straight as the crow flies. A city, population... just over five thousand." She frowns, wrinkling her nose. "There should be more. Why aren't there more? War? Hmm..."<br/><br/>Ama closes her eyes to focus, as well, then frowns. "It doesn't line up. Everything's off. I can't sense Barid's shields, and I can feel your magic over everything, Draiss. Old magic, before... things. A plane of yours, from a previous life, perhaps?"