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At that moment, she was looking through her dresser, holding her precious bottles and jars. In the blink of an eye, she grabbed her favorite bottle of green tea-scented face cream. It was made by Selena after collecting the best fresh tea leaves from Flower Mountain, steeping 9 drops of spring water and a long time ago, she used it to apply it after being exposed to the sun in summer, then she found that it was quite comfortable to use on her skin, so she used it as a facial balm after bathing. Now there is only half a bottle left. Selena is afraid of spilling it, so she hurries closer to Iris.

I say. But it’s not exactly good. I won’t say that it is. The tea is dark, almost black. It’s also pretty thick, coating the bottom of the ceramic cup like it’s made partially with syrup. The smell is herby, yes, but it also has a pungent quality that I find quite off-putting. “I should get going, though,” Sabine says, wiping her hands as she sets down the pot. “I need to finish some things—”

The Alpha tone in his voice was impossible to ignore. My shaking hands slowly released their tight grip on the fur. I reached out with my left hand and carefully took the heavy water skin from his thick fingers. Our skin brushed for a second. His hand was rough, like sandpaper, but it was so warm. I brought the leather skin to my dry, cracked lips.

I screamed toward the child against my breast, my tears evaporating into tiny plumes of white steam the moment they hit her wool swaddling. I looked back at the massive, steaming mountain of black iron beside me, my heart breaking into a thousand jagged pieces as I saw the dark, smoky violet tattoos along his flank begin to blister and crack, revealing a core of glowing, incandescent white slag beneath his metal hide.

I kept my critique to myself and followed her lead, sitting down at the tintable in the centre of the off-white tiled room. She nodded her head and looked at me with a cocked head. Then she got up and started putting various herbs and extracts into a granite mortar. She made quick work of grinding up all the ingredients. She added what I can only hope is lemon juice before presenting me with some kind of pale drink. It smelt of sweet grass and rye. She smiled at me and motioned towards the cup. Not wanting to offend her, I gave her an awkward smile and brought the cup to my lips.

He decided he didn't want to know. Brand sipped the fragrant brew he'd been given and licked his lips in appreciation. The tea was strong and sweet, and he finished it in two long gulps. The liquid warmed him as it settled in his stomach. The stinging of the scratches he had gathered carrying Astrid through the woods ceased and, before his eyes, the small cuts began to disappear.

She wanted to make me the one to bring tea to Erza. I try to be patient, do as she says. Initially, I brought a surprise gift for Titus, but now I will give it to Ezra. While the servant wasn't paying attention, I put poison in the tea. This poison will not be lethal; it will cause the user's skin to turn green overnight. The drug works within three days; after three days, the user's skin will return to its original state. I chuckled inwardly but always pretended to be miserable outside so as not to make Luna Layla, and Erza suspicious.

His devious smile lingering on his lips. Coldwater cascaded Morrigan's body as the servants help her wash. She shivered as the cold air and water touch her wet body. Even though Morrigan was not pampered for two years her skin had remained soft. The servants soak her hair to a bucket of freshly infused white tea and camellia. Her bath was soaked in medicinal herbs that rejuvenate one's skin and were used by the king's wives to keep their skin youthful. Each of her arms has a servant scrubbing it for her and her hair diligently combed like fine threads of invaluable silk. She looked towards the horizon by the small window beside her. Watching the gray clouds in the night sky roll and pass by.

" You could wet your pants by looking at his expression. That was the moment I noticed it. What my mother had instructed the others to conceal. Behind the staff close, to the pantry door a dark fluid was seeping over the stone floor. The broken fragments of a glass jar sparkled in the daylight. The scent reached me a moment later,a foreign tea. The type sourced from three regions over and priced higher than my father earned in a month. The Alpha's personal tea. And it was all over the floor. Beta Thornridge was a few steps away, from spotting it maybe four. And once he spotted it someone would be held responsible someone would face consequences.

The fire in the hearth had enough heat left for me to use it without arousing any suspicions in the household. I returned with the watery goop into my chamber and covered all of my head and eyebrows, then waited until morning to rinse everything out. The black tea and walnut shells gave my hair a darker colour and even removed the usual shiny redness that the coffee sometimes left. Maybe it was because I had boiled it and made it into a thick liquid? I never had the chance to cook it for long before. I thought it worked much better this way.