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She is going to lead a pack that still gossips about her, and not once has she complained, or unjustly punished anyone for speaking ill of her. The goddess chose a good one, she’s resilient, she’s kind, she is everything this pack needs in a Luna. Dante catches me smiling. “Oh, no. You’re already planning nursery colours, aren’t you?” I softly laugh. “Yes, but only if she needs help choosing. My picks are pale purple or soft green, calm colours, and of course bookshelves because that baby will be as smart as its mother.” He chuckles, throwing his arms around me and pulling me closer. “Let’s wait for the news before we start buying books and making cribs.”

“The way designers of now are afraid to put color on paper, like it would ruin the vision- I mean I understand the need to keep it blank but this is…good job.” “Thank you miss Élan.” She sat higher in her seat, the epitome of pride, while I narrowed my eyes at the drawing again. That’s what was so strange about it. Evie never used colors, and if she did it was very light handed. Hell she had made fun of my sketches severally. Saying they looked like a child colored over them. “It is a wonderful color combination,” Élan continued, “and since we’re talking about color, I will mention another artist that comes to mind.”

Evie laughs. I giggle. “I love Zac dearly, but that colour ... awesome ... It's pretty but not for a wedding, too bright. I prefer more muted colours”. ‘It would so clash with my fur’. Zyka moans. “I didn’t even know there was a colour called awesome, I mean that is kinda awesome but ...”. She goes quiet and her eyes blow wide. “Oh hello handsome ... who is that ?”

"This is Ethan at two. He organized all his books by color." The photo shows a bookshelf in perfect rainbow order. Red books. Orange books. Yellow. Green. Blue. Purple. Each spine aligned exactly with the others. At the bottom of the frame, you can just see the edge of Ethan's foot—he always stood with his toes pointing inward when he was concentrating. "Not by topic?" Kyle asks. "No. By color. He said it looked better." I remember that day so clearly. "He told me that the information inside didn't matter if the outside was chaos. That looking at chaos made his brain feel itchy."

Out of all the books he had organized, it was the only one that didn't look so worn out. Near... SKALLIET I'M GOING TO SHOW YOU SOMETHING ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL... Its large uppercase letters occupied a significant part of the book, its red color appearing beneath some spaces of the burnt and withered rose, arousing curiosity just like its name.

“With the help of me and my four brothers. That first video is real, and it is my brother Mitchell. Each of my brothers' dragons is a different color. Mine happens to be red.” I just sat staring at him. “What about those dreams all those months ago?” “My great grandfather had a gift and I think I inherited it. Yet somehow this gift brought you into it. Somehow you experienced what I was.” “And this bonding dream? Are you saying we are bonded for life?” “Yeah. My dragon recognized you even through the dreams as my mate.” I look over at the TV and saw Draco the dragon. “You look like that only red?” He smiled as he looked at the screen, “I would like to think my dragon is nicer looking.”

He carefully set his gift down, then spread out the crayons, organizing them by color before opening one of the coloring books. "May I color too?" I asked, settling myself on the floor next to him. Jack nodded and handed me a book. "You can have this one. I don't like it." I glanced down at the book. It was full of numbers, all drawn to look like cartoon characters with big eyes and funny gloved hands. Inside the numbers were doing math problems. "Why don't you like it?" I asked. I had a sneaking suspicion it was because math was involved. "Because math is dumb," Jack said, looking up at me, his eyes full of what he thought to be knowledge. "I'm never gonna need that."

Gummy worms, jelly beans, lollipops, M&Ms, skittles—if it's sweet, it was there in a jar. What in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory is going on here? The carpet was that same awful bubblegum-pink shade. The windows were the only normal-looking part of the office. Everything else was over the top and unorthodox. “Hello, I'm Dr. Blake Nelson.” My eyes trailed to meet chocolate-coloured ones. Dark hair cascaded down past her shoulders. She had on a white coat, but I saw the casual clothes underneath. She stretched her hand and offered me juju-beans, I shook my head no. I was too busy staring at her.

I was so amazed by seeing things I have never seen before, there’s an oil called fliline here which If we apply it to our hairs and think of a colour in our mind, it would automatically change our hair colour and no one can guess whether it’s natural hair colour or not. We stopped in front of a huge library, “This library has every single book related to every single living being and all about the history of the realms and kingdoms... We have a library similar to this in our palace, though it’s a bit small compared to this you can find any book you want there,” she said as we passed the library. *** The whole day we kept roaming around the market, Adora showed me almost every single shop whe

He handed it to me excitedly. Funnily enough it was a picture of two cartoon wolves. For a child that is almost five he is very smart and skilled. Most four-year-old kids just scribble when they color but Walker colors in the lines better than most adults. I notice how one wolf is all black with bright blue eyes and the other is a chocolate brown with yellow eyes. I sucked in a gasped breath as I realize I’m looking at the colors of Zayden and Grey’s wolves. “It’s beautiful baby. How did you pick the colors for the wolves?” I asked.