Airplanes 1x1 with Dinah.

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Ashclover gave her a curious look. "Well. I guess. It's just grass."

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she continued on with her short ramble, fascinated with whatever lay behind the fence, although forbidden. ` does it tickle your feet? or, or, perhaps it feels like air once you flatten it! it sounds simply wonderful, does it not? you must be grateful for such a treat, though unblessed it is! ` she simply referred to their belief of the golden wheat, having been blessed by their Sun God.

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"Unblessed?" Ashclover muttered in confusion as he trailed after her, his long tail swishing the green-yellow tinted grain around them. "It's similar to this, but shorter." Ashclover then commented, stopping to look up at the wheat. "Less ticklish. More comfortable."