The Sour Grass

For many a day, our alliance had trespassed beyond the fringes of the known world. Past the eternal dunes, a land seemingly more merciful appeared to open before our steps. Yet, our joy was short-lived. This carpet of grass and thickets was nothing but a snare: venomous, stinging weeds draped in a shroud of dust. The mere brush of this flora dealt a bite so cruel that, before long, our hearts came to yearn for the innocent burn of the desert.