Leaving the defence of the perimeter to the other warriors, Milo, stepped further into the fields of bright blue grass, they were tall enough in certain areas to almost tickle his chin, but typically stopped just above his waist, at every step of the way, he expected some sort of lurking beast to pounce, but the entire area was surprisingly calm, apart from a few crickets and dragonflies of a similar colouration as the environment, nothing else appeared or otherwise let its presence known.
Circling around the initial place they had all been transported, he eventually reached the limit of the plains of blue, it would appear that the tall grass were actually seating elevated, a somewhat steep drop of a dozen of meters required to reach a wavy scenery of hills, few crooked tree standing proud nonetheless, their branches in full blooms of fiery orange, contrasting nicely against the blue of the ground, and the green of the sun.
