Kaelen raised Mourning's End to strike the Grass-King, but the blade felt heavy. Unwilling. The moss had grown thorns—soft, harmless thorns. The sword liked it here.
"And who's the Grass-King?"
"Welcome, weary edge," it said, its voice the rustle of a gentle breeze. "Lay down your sharpness. Let the Pasture hold you." Dark Side Fantasy -Ep. 2- -Pasture Soft-