Novel & Cerita Flower Breathing

Luna Natalie's eyes shimmered with excitement. "Woww!!! Which flower type is that, Luna? I've never seen something so gorgeous before." I was as petrified as her when I took a glance at it. It was a flower Blooming like a bird. I was totally in shock for it looked like a bird flying in the sky with its wings spread wide and head raised high. It was a flower though. A milky white plant growing into the shape of a bird with green feet. "They look like birds soaring in the sky!" I bent forward and to my surprise it smelled like mogra.

Intrigued, Liam decided to take a moment to immerse himself in the enchanting world of blooms. Stepping out of his car, Liam's eyes widened with awe as he entered the flower shop. The air was infused with a delicate fragrance, a symphony of scents that tantalized his senses. The walls were adorned with cascading vines, showcasing an array of flowers in every shade imaginable. Orchids danced gracefully, roses bloomed passionately, and lilies stood tall and elegant, each displaying their unique charm.

The flowers seemed to dance in the gentle breeze, their delicate petals swaying in harmony. The garden was adorned with twinkling fairy lights, which added a touch of magic to the already enchanting atmosphere. The soft glow illuminated the flowers, casting a warm and ethereal glow that made everything seem even more surreal. As we walked hand in hand, Rueben pointed out different varieties of flowers, sharing their names and stories. His voice was filled with passion and love for the beauty that surrounded us, and I couldn't help but be captivated by his enthusiasm.

Light danced among the leaves, casting a soft, ethereal glow over the sanctuary of dreams. In the heart of the grove, Theo and Axel found a clearing where a field of glowing flowers swayed in a gentle breeze, their petals radiating with a kaleidoscope of colors that painted the air with a sense of enchantment. The fragrance of the blooms enveloped them, filling their hearts with a deep sense of peace and wonder.

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.

She clenched her lower lip between her teeth, sighing in defeat. I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t– I exhaled slowly—and blew. The tiny florets detached immediately, drifting up and away in a soft, weightless dance, carried off by the breeze.

I pause to admire their beauty, taking in the delicate ruffles and curves of each petal. Further down the path, I come across a sea of bright orange poppies, their petals fluttering in the breeze. The scent of their soft, velvety petals reaches my nose, and I can't resist picking one to bring closer to my face. I inhale deeply, letting the scent of the flower fill my senses.

I ask with my voice deepened. I can't control myself for unknown reason, and the winds blows to scattered the white flower that barely bloom from the strange-looking plant. This scattered flowers flow so fast and surround my nostril with the dreaded yet familiar smell they brought upon. I even thought the smell belong to this very young prince!

Holding my breath in, I reached out and plucked the flower off of the bush, bracing myself for it to turn into dust. It didn’t--not at all. It didn’t behave like I expected it to for a normal flower either, though. Rather than hanging limply in my palm, the green blooms lifted, and a glow began to emanate from the plant. I stared at it in surprise. It seemed to be humming, the individual petals lifting and dropping.

My dragons heats our chest a little preparing to change the flower as she softens underneath my hand. With the smallest exhale I can manage I breath a flicker of flame onto the flower and watch her eyes widen as it opens. He eyes sparkle in amazement as she gets her first look at the spiky petals. “That’s amazing. What did you do?” she ask as she meets my gaze while bringing the flower to her hand. She touches the petals hesitantly. I don’t feel the need to stop her as she doesn’t because I’m ow that the petals are cool. Dragon breath causes them to almost like frost as soon as they are opened. They will go back to a normal temperature shortly.