Aang wandered along the lush green plain. He'd somehow come here from the spirit realm but... this was not a part of that reality at all. It felt exactly like the world in which he'd previously departed, the one in which his friends existed but he searched and searched and could not find them here. So he wandered alone, just he and his staff, frowning and shivering in the wind, closing his thin monk robes around his neck and watching the sky changing colors. There seemed to be nothing and no one in sight at all merely tall grass, rolling hills and mountains in the distance. There did not even seem to be a village in sight. It was a worrisome matter. It was not that he was unaccustomed to traveling long distances but he didn't exactly know where he was going to.