Vapor floated down to the field. It wasn't really a field, but it seemed to be a field.
It was a landcape, such as a prairie, or a desert, or a graslands. hard to say.
In this place, one could see the wind as a visible force. the sun had two faces, like a playing card. There were trees, but strange, distorted trees; twisted and bent and swirly. A mountain range was somewhere beyond, but seemed to be changing shape all the time.
"Cool."
Vapor saw someone approaching, and he readied his magic frisbee. Not for a battle, but for a game of catch.
It turned out to be a battle anyway.