The terrain around us once again has changed. Very few plants poke their heads above the gleaming sands. Dunfallon, ever the curious pixie, sniffed and tasted a few grains, and announced to everyone that it is mostly salt. He was moved by pity for the struggling plants and begged us fairies to help them.
Rumble, Noralei and I talked it over and agreed to try. Noralei selected the largest patch of the plants and we concentrated our efforts there.
Rumble brought to the surface a water course from somewhere deep underneath our feet.
Soon the shoots of the plants were towering over our heads adding long broad fronds that blocked out much of the glare from the sun.
The new growth spread out from this one patch laterally and forward and back.
As we set out again we found the water course we are following has appeared on Rumble’s map and Noralei’s compass confirms it as our heading.