The wind rustled through the surface of Nataria.
Great belluvians climbed far, far overhead, overhanging the battlescarred complex in front of the group as if it were a causeway, specially created - which it might have been. This was the architecture of Yamatai; it was built with nature in mind, with a respect for nature inherent in the design.
This was spoiled somewhat by the blasted black rubble of the formerly white structure, the destruction of large part of this forest, and the fires that still burned.
Ash blew across the path, kicking up with the dark colored dust and dried leaves upon the forest floor.
And the badass awesome Kurokishi-black-knights with their iron wings and ginormous weapons strode like CLINT EASTWOOD THROUGH A DUSTY TOWN ROAD GOING FOR HIGH NOON COFFEE WITH THE DUKE.
Err, I mean, into Wes's plot...