The grass parted like a carpet beneath my sole, but aside from the blue color, it didn't look much different than the green variant that I used to know. However, when I bent down to touch it, there were soft bristles all over the underside.
Ah, it seemed to be a nice place for rolling around and having a picnic.
But as it happened, I didn't get the picnic on the grass event. Between Zia's "It's unbecoming of a lady to sit on the grass" and Angwi's hard stare that looked at me like I was some fragile glass that would break just because I touch the ground, we had our lunch inside a rotunda of the inner courtyard instead.
