Chamomile Symbol の小説・ストーリー

I didn't respond. "Perfect family, Perfect job. Perfect ways to get away with anything" I look her dead in her eyes and she glanced at me once before looking down and giving me beads and flowers to start the crowns.

I grinned at him " You know me so well." "Just tell me why you're here so I can help you out, I need to get back to work.". He said "You're so impatient." I said, chuckling loudly. A small patch of flowers at the rear end of the greenhouse caught my attention and I moved to get a closer look. It was a rich dark maroon and had velvety rounded petals and dark brown centers. "That's the Chocolate cosmos. It's quite rare and has a chocolaty- Vanilla fragrance. It'll be perfect for a gift. " Cam's voice rang out from behind me, I didn't realize he had followed me.

I asked Issa. “What is the universal symbol of love?” Issa asked. “A rose, especially the Red one,” Jamal answered. “Some roses have various meanings, depending on colour,” Issa said. “White rose represents Purity, Innocence and new beginnings, Pink rose means joy, gratitude and admiration, you get the idea,” He continued. “Now the black rose– it represents mystery, farewell and rebirth.” “So the witches are trying to revive an ancient dead god of the dark,” Jamal said.

They are tough and overcome more than they look capable of. Baby’s breath is also connected to magic, and witches use it in love potions. They also provide the gift of calmness, serenity, love and protection. *Pink Angel-Lotus: The most spiritual flower. This flower is seen throughout the realm of Flora. This flower has the sacred gift of purity, rebirth and strength. It’s also part of Timika's spiritual journey; she is still this little blossom with her true powers brewing within. When the time comes, her purpose will come to light. A fully bloomed pink - lotus represents enlightenment.

This occasion is no different. Her gowns are always largely green. This is a expectation because Harvest Moon pack has a green leaf in the coat of arms and the alpha sigil is the Harvest moon coupled with a fertility symbol. Green means fertility, so it is the best representation of the house other than the orange of the harvest moon. Tonight is no different, her dress is a deep forest green velvet.

The only thing that he got was one petal. I was over the moon when I received that. Because out of all the grand gifts that I received that day, I know that Themis' gift was the one I was always waiting for. No matter what it is, I will be happy as long as it's from him. "Belle, do you know what a red rose symbolizes?" Themis asked me one night while we were in the garden. I looked at him. "What?" "It symbolizes beauty, passion, and love. And when someone gives you a rose, that means they are going to love you forever."

Methis POV “Flower arranging is an art form that expresses your emotions and personality.” She explained as she handed me a pair of scissors. “Really? How so?” I asked curiously. “Well, for example, roses symbolize love and passion, lilies symbolize purity and innocence, sunflowers symbolize happiness and optimism, and so on.” She said. “I see. And what about these?” I asked, pointing at some purple flowers that looked like bells. “Those are lavender. They symbolize calmness and tranquillity.” She said.

At once the tree grew a little. “Would you look at that?” Rhiannon said as Felan looked up with watery eyes. “Did I make that tree grow?” She asked. “You did indeed.” Rhiannon said. “Wow. It’s so beautiful.” Felan said as she stood. “Astonishing.” The Moon Goddess said. Around where Felan stood, flowers had grown. They covered the base of the tree. “Pretty blue and white flowers.” Felan said with a smile. “Those, little wolf, are Forget Me Nots and Daisies. The Forget Me Nots symbolize remembrance and the Daisies mean new beginning and hope. You are telling not just this pack but the world that you will not forget what happened here and you have hope for a better future.” Rhiannon told her

"I'd like some of those. And what do you think of those?" The second choice were chamomiles. They might not be the most pompous flowers, but they looked nice and had a good smell. Furthermore, they stood for hope and healing, two things which would come handy for her. Seeing her so happy, the earl felt the itch to tease her again. Before knowing what he did, he shook his head. "They are so plain. Wouldn't these be better?" With a stoic face he pointed at the daffodils next to the chamomiles.

On the vanity, lit up by the morning sun like they were glowing on purpose…an absurd, huge bouquet of red camellias. Not roses, camellias. Deep, velvet, impossible red. The language of flowers drilled into me by months of boring etiquette lessons my mother made me learn screamed in my head… I love you beyond cure. My heart aches for you. You are the flame in my soul. Undying, ridiculous, dramatic love. Those are what camellias symbolize. I walked over like I was in a trance, lifted the heavy crystal vase, and buried my face in them. The scent hit me like a drug, sweet, rich, a little dangerous and I exhaled.