Matcha Blossom Novels & Stories

“Your Majesty, I created a new tea blend that will make you fitter during pregnancy. This tea is made from chamomile flower petals that I pick straight from the best soil in the country. Would you like to try it?” "Of course, Martin. All of your brewed teas are the best in the whole country,” said Helena happily. The fake doctor who Helena knew as Martin put some yellow chamomile petals in the queen' glass cup, then poured warm water from the teapot on the table. The fragrance of the flowers spread throughout the room. "It smells really soothing, Martin." Unbeknownst to Helena, the petals of the flower had been sprinkled with anesthetic powder that could render the person who inhaled it unco

Tinea was silent for a few minutes, Artemisia didn't want to interrupt that, so just went back to drinking the tea, even though it looked like she was drinking molten metal. The woman picked up the cup too, taking small sips of the lavender tea, the smell was still in the air, scenting that uncomfortable scene. More sweets arrived at the table, now they were dumplings with whipped cream formed of black flowers. They were like belladonna flowers, in fact the only thing similar was the color, a purple so intense that it seemed to be black. That flower's core was yellow, as if it had a small, lonely sun in so much darkness.

Soon after that, a notification appeared before me. CONGRATULATIONS! YOU’VE SOLD AN ITEM DESCRIPTION: MIULA FLOWER A flower used for healing. Commonly found in Mangreatle Cave in Rustaval Region. Price: Five copper “Oh? So a single flower is sold for 5 copper, huh?” I scrolled back to the cart window to look at the price. One melon bread and one caramel bread cost me 3 copper coin respectively, while the soba noodles bread cost me 5 copper coins. The price for every bread is cheap, but I’m not quite sure if only a single one of the could satisfy my huge belly. Because pf that, I start mass collecting the flowers and sell them when they’ve filled the palm of one of my hand.

Every petal was very magical and contained fearsome power. Seeing the flower that had manifested, a faint smile crept on the custodian’s pretty face. She murmured, “Thea’s quite lucky that she was able to obtain such an amazing providence. That flower is the Sacred Blossom. With it as her Yogacara, the sky is her limit if she further improves her strength.” While the custodian was remarking to herself, the Sacred Blossom behind Thea thrummed with power. Each petal released energy and gathered together to resist the lightning that struck down from the sky.

' - Kristina prayed in her mind. In front of her, Kathryn Ice lifted the tray, and Kristina's breath caught. " It's beautiful, Kathryn Ice. " Kristina She had never described food as beautiful, but there was no better word for it now. On the black rectangle box was white saffron rice on one side, and on top of it was egg white dyed pink and cut in the shape of cherry blossoms, with strips of nori seaweed making up its thin and almost intracately arranged branches.

"What should I do with this?" Fyn grabbed the herb from the Næp and carefully sniffed the colorful herb. The aroma immediately hit him and he smiled widely. He returns it back to the outstretched hand of the Næp and says, "This is a passionflower. If you mix this with boiling water, it would become something tasty. We call it tea. It helps you relax." "Tea," The Næp repeats, tasting the word in its tongue. "That sounds lovely, Fyn."

She shivered and rubbed her arms as she walked towards her room. Behind her was a cloud of white fog that slowly took shape of a body. The person saw her leaving but could not stop her as it suddenly disappeared in the air. .... "Master, I have collected all the petals." Veer happily added the last amount of fresh petals in the big baskets that were on a big white table. The garden ahd different varieties of flowers. There were roses, jasmine, camomile, lavender, Hibiscus, Calendula with different varieties. He had carefully picked fresh petals in different baskets and all he had to do was to make tea of these.

Earlier, Poldo had asked Viggo to prepare a mortar and pestle for him to use in grinding the delicate Brahma Kemala buds. Viggo and Arlo watched attentively as Poldo skillfully crushed the pale yellowish-white buds until they turned into fine powder. He then poured hot water into the mortar, little by little, steeping the ground flowers. Afterward, Poldo added a touch of honey and some orange extract. Once everything was mixed, Poldo poured the tea through a prepared strainer into a cup. The warm Brahma Kemala tea for Karina was now ready to be enjoyed.

Me: Then tell me what to listen for. Three dots. Then nothing. Silence. Then—another message. Unknown: Look closer. I didn’t know what they meant. Until I glanced back at my mirror. There was something taped behind the corner. My heart stuttered. I peeled it off slowly. It was another photo. Not of Brianna. Of me. Asleep. In my bed. Wearing last night’s clothes. Taken from outside my window. My blood turned to ice. I didn’t scream. I didn’t drop the photo. I just stood there, frozen, while a tidal wave of nausea rolled over me.

Natalia “Oh. Thank you.” I sat up a little as the maid scurried across the room and set the tray on the small side table next to the bathtub. It smelled sweet and fragrant, like hibiscus flowers. “What kind of tea is it?” The maid hesitated. With her back already turned to me, I couldn’t see her expression—just the sudden tension in her shoulders. “Rose hip,” she finally said. “With chamomile. To calm the nerves.”