Flowers Everywhere Flowers In Her Hair Mga Nobela at Kwento

Hair sprouted from her scalp a moment later, flowing behind her in thick dark tendrils of blue. It looked as if her hair had been made by the night sky itself, its shade of blue blending in with the open space around us and a spattering of sparkling stars rested among her dark locks. I couldn’t see where her hair ended and the sky began behind her, the ends of those thick tresses nowhere in sight. Her eyes made me think of the earth after a strong rain, when the soil darkness as it absorbs the life giving moisture. Her gown of flowers danced around her as though there was a breeze, yet the trees around us didn’t make a sound or move. A feeling of adoration, warmth and power radiated off of h

I went to the garden to meet her. She was too engrossed in what she was doing. She noticed my presence after a while, she was uneasy. I watched her bend down to smell the flowers. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, and the sun shone through it, making it look almost like it was glowing. She took a deep breath, inhaling the fragrance of the flower. A small smile played across her lips as she enjoyed the sweet scent. I was transfixed, watching her with a mixture of curiosity and admiration.

I heard her call, my nose wriggling as she placed rose petals on them. I stretched as I rose from the position I had slept in, it felt like I had only closed my eyes for a second, but the way my body was relaxed had me wondering just how long I was knocked out. “Hi,” I whispered shyly, picking out the flowers that she had used to decorate my hair. “it looks perfect on you,” she said, placing a flower crown on my head. I snickered, taking it off my head, “I’m no queen,” I muttered.

"Hi. I thought I'd do something nice to you know, apologize." I turned around, a brow arched, taunting her. “And you got me flowers?" She blushed, snatching the rose from my fingers. Her golden hair was curled in wild ringlets and then tied in a ponytail. It looked beautiful. All of her was beautiful. "What? Men deserve flowers too! I'll take it if you don't want it." "Hand it over," I chuckled, stretching a hand out. "It's my rose not yours." "Well you made a face when you got it, so I'm keeping it," she scoffed.

I heard her light soothing voice say and I nodded, without turning to look at her. I walked slowly behind her, watching as her flail dress bopped around her. She was on a pink dress which was fitted at the bodice but flail downward and her long blonde hair was left to fall over her shoulder. She looked pretty as usual and I felt myself thinking she looked better in pink, even though I had not seen her in other colours. She had some fresh flowers in her hair and I figured they were gotten from her garden. After all, I overheard a maid telling her that the hibiscus' buds were getting mature.

It didn't make sense though that he hadn't told me and I guess no one of the few people I'd ran into had seen it because my hair was usually down in my favorite style. I'd been so distracted by my thoughts I hadn't noticed that she was through putting my hair up in this amazing style of twists and turns that was ever so elegant. But I did notice what looked like gems instead of flowers. "What are those?" I watched as she put the flowery gems in place. It looked like flowers and butterflies but instead of the real flora I usually groom my hair with, these were made of gems the size of robin's eggs. It was just stunningly beautiful.

This part felt a little cliché, but hey, who am I to argue? Standing outside, tending to the flowers and herbs was a beautiful woman. She was wearing a long and figure hugging plum dress. Her lilac hair was in messy tresses on her head, but it worked for her, especially with all the flowers in her hair. She was singing a beautiful tune that seemed to have nature singing along with her. It was strange and almost... magical? “Come forth dear! I’m so glad that you made it,” she suddenly said, looking at her flowers. I frowned.

Looking down at myself I am truly in awe. I feel so beautiful. The sash of the dress when applied makes it an even greater choice. The fabric is cinched in over the top of my stomach and highlights the flare of my hips. My breasts are slightly pushed up and more pronounced. Half of my hair lies in a ponytail while the rest flows down the back of my dress. They have such a nice contrast. The flower I chose to wear in my hair is placed right above my ear on the right. I chose this side because of when Draco brushed my head back. When I sniff the air in my room all I smell is the sweet aroma of the blossoms I added to the bath. Truly hope he likes what he sees when he arrives.

"Thank you." I've just taken the rose when he holds out another flower, a smaller one, but it's a dazzling shade of pink and blue. I've never seen something like it before. "I'm good with this one, thanks." But he gestures towards my hair and holds it out. "Your hair will look beautiful." "I'm already spoken for, but it's not every day that I get hit on by a bear, so I'll take it." I take the flower and insert it in my hair, just behind my ear.

“I’m not sure about it.” I watch as she walks toward my dressing table, touching the petals of the Violet Sipple flower, which stands in its white marble plant pot. Within a few seconds, her hair color begins to change, and I shake my head in amusement as every strand flits from vibrant bright blue to soft purple. “Perhaps I just fancy matching my daughter tonight,” she shrugs with a grin. “Are you ready to go?” I take a deep breath and nod as she examines me with obvious skepticism.