Dahozhoni Meadow To the neon god they made

Meadows like this were rare in the desert, and almost as cherished as oases. S'ari wandered among the blossoms, breathing deeply, enjoying the sweet smells. The grasses were soft under her sand-hardened paws. She stopped where she was quite suddenly and flopped over onto her side, then rolled onto her back and began to roll, coating herself in the scents of this meadow. This place was almost too green to be a place she would enjoy, but she could see the open desert around her, expanding far into the distance, and this made it easier to take.