Novel & Cerita Lapis Lazuli Fanart

Her fingers moved quickly across a laptop, eyes sharp and focused. “What is all this?” I asked. “Even if I explained it,” she said without looking up, “you wouldn’t understand.” “Rude.” “But accurate.” Fair enough. Something caught my eye on the table. A ring. Simple. Silver. Inlaid with faint blue markings that pulsed softly. “Ooo,” I said, picking it up. “What’s this?” “No idea,” Lily replied. “Probably a Purity artifact.” “Well,” I said, slipping it onto my finger, “it’s cute. I’m keeping it.”

The Figurines Year of the Roses Floral Season Lysia's bedroom Altsas Lyza THE IVORY FIGURINES ARE A GIFT from Lud so I put them into the basket and push them under my bed. The figurines are very beautiful, each one with it's peculiar and intricate design. They are five of them; five nude females with different patterns craved into their skin. They all had huge breasts and fat thighs and wide empty eyes that stare at nothing. If my mother or Isla see anything wrong with my so-called fiance giving me such a gift, they don't utter a word about it. The figurines haunt me, their lifeless eyes taunt me that's why I hide them from my sight.

The way her eyes sparkled and became wide, the intent staring, and even the subtle moving of her lips like a fish gaping… It was all too cute. "I'm glad your highness seems to like it." Alesteria turned her head as her eyes widened, eyes gleaming in delight. 'Like it? I absolutely love it!' Although lazurite is not very rare, it is a valuable gift for her because she used to explore with it and test its limits that no mortal has ever understood. 'Good thing that I had a lazurite gem before so I know how this thing works. It will be a great fit along with the branch they gave me.'

I asked, looking up at her. “That’s a Lapis Lazuli stone, it’s used to gain information when entering a new realm. It has special abilities that act as a gateway to your mind and give you knowledge of how the species live in each realm. It’s a useful stone for tradesmen. Protects them from encountering any shady Fae or creatures.” Audra explained. I furrowed my brows again, rubbing the stone. “Oh I didn’t realize that, I just thought it was pretty.” I lied, I wanted to tell her about Ryuu and what I saw, but I didn’t quite believe it myself.

I admire all the paintings, but there is one in particular that catches my attention. It is a painting of a deep blue dragon flying over a mountain during a raging thunderstorm, a mountain I know all too well. I am surprised that out of all the paintings of magical beasts, they have one of a dragon considering we rarely show ourselves to humans. But what really catches my eye is the long-jagged scar running across the right side of the dragon's chest, and its deep violet eyes. This dragon looks familiar. Much too familiar. Reaching out, I run my fingertips across the dragon in the painting. My eyes begin to blur with tears. It is almost an exact replica of Fafnir, dynamic and glorious as he

Mia removed the tile, and inside was a wooden box small enough to fit in the palm of Mia's hand. She looked at her dad and then at me. "Can I open it?" We both nodded. Mia carefully opened it. We all gathered around her to see what was inside. A few pieces of blue lapis lazuli and four small sapphires. "Wow," Mia said, fingering the gems. She stared at them for a few minutes before looking at me. “What’s behind your tile, Mommy?” "I don’t know." I looked at Annabel. "Let’s find out."

He caressed her hair gently. "You hold the purple of my rainbow Benz because I trust you and love you the most . Thank you for being the brightest star of my universe. Now bye I have to go.And this time you'll have the best painting. Not those old ones which give such cold vibes. I don't know what is interesting in those paintings. I feel as if the artist is a walking corpse who has no life." She giggled merrily jumped and ran of the door diverting her attention to packing. "You don't know how much depth that holds Lily. The artist holds something so painful, so inexpressible." He whispered to himself and went back to his work

There were jars of rare lapis lazuli and genuine cadmium red that must have cost a fortune to track down on such short notice in the middle of a Tuscan village. I walked toward a large blank canvas in the center of the room and touched the fine grain of the linen feeling a lump form in my throat that I couldn't swallow away. "You tracked down the Sennelier oils from Paris didn't you?" I asked while turning back to him with wide eyes that were starting to sting with unshed tears. "I tracked down the specific batch you liked from that shop on the Left Bank because I remembered you complained that the new formulas didn't blend the same way," he said.