Erin Clover の小説・ストーリー

The Retiro in April is exactly what she promised. The cherry trees (cerezos en flor — cherry blossoms, a relatively recent tradition in Madrid's parks that has grown in popularity partly due to Japanese cultural influence and partly because Madrid's springs are genuinely spectacular when the trees cooperate) along the north end of the park produce the specific kind of beauty that requires no commentary — the kind that makes people stop mid-sentence and look. Ethan stops mid-sentence and looks, which she finds satisfying in the particular way of someone whose descriptions have been trusted enough to act on.

He ignored my plea, “I don't need much, just this really delicate flower, I need it for your ball.” I opened my eyes in shock, “Ball? Oh Lord,” I whispered the last part. Iff it weren't for the fact that he was willing to help me with the orb and I knew he could actually repair it, I would have taken my business elsewhere. I grabbed the picture he handed to me while he smile whirly, “It's called a Derfyle clove.” “It's a rare flower that only blooms every fifty years, so if you want your ball good as new, I suggest you get moving.” His smile was much more awkward with his beard.

The potpourri looked exquisite, and gave off a fresh scent. Melanie couldn’t help but stand on tip-toes, and took a whiff. “There are shrubby bush clover, yarrow, and some coral lilies?” The old woman’s eyes lit up as she spoke animatedly. The young girl interpreted what she said, “My mom said that you’re right. The dried white flowers are yarrow.” Melanie nodded. “There are also ivy morning glory, wild chrysanthemum, and stellera flower in it too, right?”

“You still thinking about stuff like that?” He asked, and I nodded. “Well, just so you know, this place is more beautiful because you're in it with me.” He said, and I hit his shoulder.“You don't lose, do you?” I asked, and just then, a leaf floated over to us. I stretched out my palm, and it lay in it. “Holy…” I began. It was a six-leaf clover. The herb that held the key to healing Elijah. The moment we realized that it was the herb which would heal Elijah, a portal opened again, swirling, and making the breeze blow things away.

The air wrapped around us, each gust whispering secrets from centuries before. Among the soft shrubs, we found several valuable herbs: Nightspine root—used for pain relief and sleep, though dangerous in high doses. Moonleaf clover—extremely rare, glowing faintly under shade, known to boost a Wolf's recovery speed after shifting. Then, there was crimson tendril, a curling plant with deep red veins that only grew after rainfall—potent in healing, but toxic if harvested before its bloom. Each discovery brought a jolt of excitement. Neva was thrilled. She pawed at the ground gently when she sensed something rare, careful not to damage the roots. We made a good team.

Sadly, I haven't been able to find them with the naked eye so far, I got no choice but use analyze on plants that i'm not familiar with, in hopes to find something useful. Moon clover: edible, has a sweet taste. This one surprises me, it's just a clover but it's name suggest otherwise. I chew on it and... well, it tastes kind of funny, not in a bad way, but eating grass doesn't seem appealing to me. Silver flower: gives off a pleasant aroma. Its root has medicinal properties. This is exactly what i was looking for. Fortunately I still have my spear, I used it to dig a hole and removed the entire plant. Its root is quite prominent.

"Now is not the time to blame each other; we need to find a herb called Blood Clover, a species of the clover family that has a bright red color and is extremely rare." Diana doubted; she frowned. “Blood Clover? What is it? Why have I never heard of it?” “Rare than a four-leaf clover?” Evelyn asked. Lagan stroked his face, unable to hide his fatigue, answering the above two questions. "It is a scarce medicinal herb, which many people don't know is also normal; in the world, there are not many plants." The room was so quiet that even a strand of hair could make a sound, and we were all the same, extremely nervous.

“Nnnnggghhh.” I braced myself. Was he losing control? Were tentacles about to sprout out of his head? He seemed perfectly rational, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t attack us. “Toothache.” He poked at his teeth. Through the holes in his cheek. “Receding gums. Makes the teeth very sensitive.” ‘Receding’ was a gross understatement. He had no gums. “That’s why I’m out here. There’s a herb called clovis that helps ease the pain. It grows in these woods; a little blue flower.” He looked around like he might spot it.

I stared at the ceiling, "I can talk to him for hours about literally nothing and not get bored. His laugh that he doesn't show a lot, it's deep and beautiful and his eyes light up when he's genuinely laughing. He calls me Bloom like it's my real name and it makes me feel special to him because he's the only one who can call me that otherwise it won't feel right. Every time he stands so close to me and I just feel like I'm going to melt. He cares about me so much, he'll hardly let me drive alone and will give me a ride even if I have my car. He always makes sure I get home safe. When he gets bored while I'm trying to tutor him and starts throwing random things like erasers or pillows or chip