Misha Milkweed Romane & Geschichten

and the "Grey-Soot." Elias Miller sat with Sarah and Mia under a towering, violet-barked tree that had sprouted near the old border monolith. He reached up and plucked a Marrow-Fruit; it was warm to the touch and vibrated with a faint, internal hum. He bit into it, and the flavor was an impossible spectrum: honey, summer rain, and the first day of a life without fear.

Madness. The small shrub, Madenolia insansum, grew beautiful blossoms that came in shades of white to blush pink. It was under the poisonous section of the book, coming with a warning to steer clear of it as even a brush of the petals could allow the toxic residue to infiltrate the skin and enter the bloodstream. Though little was known about it, it was believed the toxin could reach the brain and destroy neurons, over time resulting in insanity, or madness. It only grew on the very high mountain tops, somewhere near the present location of IceSword Pack.

Hmm. Currently, we are at the riverbed, Jax and I, but far from the usual crowded or overpopulated areas of the pack. The thick trees around us would even conceal us from nearby eyes even if we were spotted. And the plants surrounding us are Akon- Greek and when translated means dart. The dart plant or monkshood, name comes from the sepal, the outer part of the flower, that covers the bud as it develops and supports the petals. The sepal resembles the cowl that monks used to wear. But it is more commonly known by most as 'wolfsbane'.

Arthur replied sombrely. “Which one?” Osho asked with narrowed eyes. “How many are there?” Ajax asked, surprised. “Many, actually,” Osho sighed. “Some are just to poison a person and slow them down. Some are common and have many antidotes. But some are very rare and very dangerous. And those don’t have many antidotes.” “Looks like he fed her the rare and dangeours one…” Rah deduced. “I think he gave me Vallaria,” Mila sniffed, and while everyone else looked confused, Osho gasped.

It turned out to be so, truly unmistakable. Gregori looked closely at her, pointing to a nearby tree: “Do you see those white flowers, growing in clusters? That is Milkwood pine flower. Milkwood pine flowers usually only emit a scent in the evening, even if you go a few hundred meters away, you can also smell a faint scent. "It's really fragrant!" Amanda nodded and looked at the dictionary with her finger pointed. Gregori smiled, absentmindedly for a bit, and then continued: "But many streets they planted a lot, it was too strong. Or a lot of people say that milkweed is rotten, just like everyone has different feelings about the smell of durian.”

Misha was stuck getting her hand out in the washing machine. She bleached her hair in midnight green color, although it might fade for a lighter color over time, she's satisfied with what it turns out like how she's satisfied how everything turned out in her life. Because she'll paint it on a different color before it fades. She knew Blanche or Cleo Martinez as she was, ever since she was little, she always looked up at her. Although they may be the same age, Misha was a lot smaller compared to all the agents they trained in the organization.

Not having a thing to say, I kept quiet in my seat and ate calmly. "Hmmm." She nodded reluctantly and took a sip of wine. "So Mira..." She started but I was quick to cut in. "Mila!" I supplied, and she looked at me questioningly. "My name Ma. It's Mila." "Hmmm, I see." She noted, before she continued. "So Mira, what social class do you belong?" "What?!" I asked caught off guard. I clearly understood what she had asked but her question was...... so.... materialistic! Plus! the fact she had still called me 'Mira', considering my clarification had gotten me.

Philip shoved the Multidew Herb into Wynn's hand as if he was giving her something ordinary. “Mila, come and eat this.” Wynn beckoned to Mila. Mila ran over, took the herb from her mother, and stuffed it into her mouth. “Wow, Mom, this is tastier than chocolate. It’s sweet and melts in the mouth!” Mila grabbed her mother’s hand happily. Wynn swallowed the herb and felt it melting in her mouth. The sweetness made her feel comfortable all over. “Hey, Mom, you’re all dirty!” Mila covered her nose and exclaimed.