Blueberry Pie Elf の小説・ストーリー

He was tearing up again, and my heart ached for him. “But she made pies?” I prompted, wanting to steer him back to a lighter part of this tragic topic. “Yeah,” he grinned, brusquely wiping at his eyes. “All kinds. We grow most of our own food on the pack lands, and we eat seasonally, so I’d have to wait for autumn for my favourite: blackberry pie. She’d take me out with a little wicker basket to help her pick them, but I always ate most of mine before we got back to the house,” he laughed.

“Ignore her. First things first, you have to try the starfruit pies. They only sell them here, and they sparkle when you bite them.” Seraphine let herself be tugged, laughter bubbling out of her at their excitement. Everywhere she turned, something new caught her eye, students flying on broom-like contraptions shaped like silver vines, a cluster of fairies darting through a tree whose branches shifted like a puzzle, even a group of tiny dragons curled on a perch, purring as students offered them enchanted berries. It was… overwhelming. Beautiful. Alive. Elira shoved a sparkling pie into her hands and yelled, “Bite it!” and Maren laughed so hard she nearly choked on her tea.

I was well stuffed, nourished and slightly pampered with those extra slices of blueberry pie that I was given, by the time six o'clock rolled around. Yes, she added pie. On top of all that I'd eaten, we ended it with pie. Although I'm not complaining, I love food and I love blueberry pie.+ Joshua eventually came around, and surprise surprise, he came to pick up his laundry. Clean and pressed. "Hey Joshua. What's up?" I asked him as he came in. Rose was in the kitchen getting me the last few slices of pie from the fridge. He picked up some grapes from the fruit bowl on the table and threw them into his mouth.

she said as she smiled at him. "We are lucky enough to eat blueberry pies, I should be supposed to give some to the royalties but I remembered they are allergic to blueberry," the baker said. "By the way sir, do you know why they do not eat blueberries?" Niffa asked realizing that her parents didn't explain it to her. "Rumors said that blueberries are considered a cursed fruit for them and it happened a long time ago by their ancestors until now they still believe It," the baker whispered. Niffa just nodded as she wave goodbye to the kind baker.

“Don’t worry, I just sent him back home.” I grab my bow once again, startled by an unexpected voice talking behind me. Before I could identify the culprit, a curative spell covers my body and recovers my strength. “Mother Lelyah!” “Nope. It pains me to be compared with that boring grandma. I’m a hundred times more beautiful.” “Who are you?” An elf I have never seen stood before me, dressed in a blue robe covering most of her body except for the legs and holding a staff bigger than her. She was beautiful of course, with short grey hair, big round bronze eyes and a tall athletic body.

“Yum.” Alex snorted out a laugh, which earned him another glare from me. “Most of the food is cold, dear.” Missy clucked in disappointment. “Do you want me to heat ‘em up or skip straight to dessert? I made pecan pie, pumpkin pie, apple pie—” “Dessert!” Ralph and I shouted at the same time. “Alex?” Missy raised her eyebrows. “One slice of pecan pie is fine, thank you.” “Nonsense. You’re getting a slice of all three,” she said firmly. “I made ‘em for a reason, didn’t I?”

Rhychard said as he spun his coffee mug in slow circles in front of him. "But they are so interesting. I cannot help it." The elf's eyes were wide as he sipped his mocha frappe, the straw barely ever leaving his mouth. He even talked around it, looking very much like a four-year-old, instead of a grown man. Or elf as it were. Today he at least chose clothing that didn't make him look like Rhychard's awkward twin. "Humans are such fascinating creatures to watch. I just can't get enough."

I said. Callum froze for a second, clearly surprised by my unusual obedience. "It's good that you're being so understanding. When I come home tonight, I'll bring you your favorite blueberry pie." I gave a slight nod and watched him roll up the window and speed away. The moment he was gone, the smile vanished from my face. He had forgotten that I was severely allergic to blueberries. I hated blueberry pies the most, and Seraphina was the one who truly loved them.

He was kin; why had she felt nothing? “Since when?” she managed. “A minute ago.” “Did you direct us here?” Was that even within his power? Melas nodded. “And Ida?” Behind her, Jack’s wolf whined. “Safe. He left her with me to get the fixings for a loganberry crumble.” Nell shook her head. This was next to unbelievable. Did the elves play practical jokes? “What do they want?” Was it too early for any kind of demand? “You,” came the astonishing reply.

"Why are they offering themselves to him?" "Most are desperate for luxury living or have fallen under his spell." Jimmy just nodded with a frown. Nylian looks at him and smiles. "This is why I will not let you go near him, I cannot let such a pretty creature like you fall into his hands." "You're so kind, your Grace." Jimmy smiled. The elf just smiled back and kept walking. They left the village after buying two large Gelatius, a sort of candy made from coloured gelatin. "Mm, it's delicious!" Jimmy exclaimed.