Chimera Fields she asked me how to be funny, but that's not something you can teach

The Teekons.
He'd heard talk of these lands for years; from his parents, some siblings. And at some point, members of the clan had started to roll back in like a crashing saltwater wave.
Admittedly, Slaney was one of them.
He finds himself separated from them, now, a man still in his prime; a solo wanderer through open fields that seem much too vibrant to be real. The Sunspires create a backdrop to the far East, only the faint tips of them visible from the vast, empty grassland before him.
What is he even doing here? Is there a point to all this? It's hot, he's tired, and there's no fucking trees to even shade him.
Lazily, he slumps onto his back amidst a patch of wildflowers, crushing them beneath the weight of a ghostly figure. He'll just rest his eyes, that's all.