Misty Waterflower の小説・ストーリー

the woman replied with confidence. “Ma'am, can you tell me more about the white rose, I mean, I didn't even know they existed.” “Oh, you're are only familiar with the red ones. Well, all I can say about the white rose is, it's beautiful, extremely rare, and expensive. One of a kind, if I may say.

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

"Misty owns Moonbeams and Sweet Dreams over there. Relatively new to the Ridge. Been here maybe three years now, I think." As they watched, Misty herself emerged from the shop, a watering can in hand and what appeared to be a crown of daisies in her dark brown hair. Her long, flowing skirts swished as she bent to water the flowers rioting in profusion from the boxes out front. The flower child and the ex-biker. Now there was a romance he wouldn't have called. Apparently following the same line of thought, Kennedy muttered, "It'll be interesting to be a fly on the wall for that one."

Misan answered cheerfully and set off toward the falls. After about ten minutes, she arrived at the waterfall. Its waters were a clear shade of blue. Tiny fish swam beneath the surface, and the water was so clean and cold it was safe to drink. Misan set her basket down and began picking pink and white Sal-ang flowers, as they were called by the people of Sadan. Once her basket was full, she was drawn to the coolness and beauty of the water. She looked around and slowly undressed. As she faced away from the water, she heard a splash—but when she looked, no one was there. Shrugging it off, she stepped into the water.

Madison asked without breaking her gaze on the Unknown flower on the side of the road that she had only seen for the first time. Dylan couldn't help but be entertained by her strange actions of Madison; her mouth was parted in delight as her eyes sparkled in bliss. "That's a Cistus, also known as sun roses. The flower originated from the Maldives. Is that the first time you saw it?" Dylan questioned with a soft laugh. Madison's face flushed in embarrassment as she looked away when their eyes met. "Y yes…" she mumbled. "B-but our province was rich with sunflowers!" Madison bragged, trying to cover her embarrassment from her reactions earlier.

If not for the splash of water in the nearby pond, I must have smash her horrible mouth. There at the pond is the strange fly that is dancing atop the water. Just before I even commented by their horrible move atop the water, Misty suddenly exclaim, covering my eyes, “Don't look! You will curse!” Her words rung into my ears. “Curse?” By the look of it, Misty didn't seems lying. But the words cause me to laugh. I said before she explain, “There's no way a curse is cause by mere existence. If so, why do they do such a thing, Misty?”

Water. We emerge from the dense foliage onto a rocky ledge, and the sight steals the breath I barely have left. A waterfall, easily fifty feet high, crashes down from a moss-covered cliff face into a pool of water so clear and celestial it looks unreal. Mist hangs in the air, catching the sunlight, creating miniature rainbows that dance in the spray. Lush ferns and vibrant tropical flowers cling to the surrounding rocks. It’s breathtaking. “You approve?” Dominik asks, his voice suddenly very close.

But what made it extraordinary was the water. A small waterfall cascaded down from a cluster of moss-covered rocks at the far end, maybe ten feet high. The water sparkled in the sunlight that managed to penetrate the canopy, creating tiny rainbows in the mist. It pooled into a crystal-clear basin that looked deep enough to swim in, then flowed out through a narrow channel into the forest. Wildflowers grew along the banks in splashes of purple and yellow and white. The sound of the water was soothing, musical almost. And the light, the way it filtered through the leaves and danced on the water’s surface, made the whole place feel almost magical.

I didn’t feel like I was in the Silver Moon pack, the forest seemed different. Up ahead were a bed of flowers. As I paced closer towards them, I discovered an open field with hundreds—no thousands—of stunning white flowers. I plucked one, admired its beauty, and indulged in its beautifully strong, lemony scent. Ipomoea alba (moon flower), I remembered coming across this flower during my research for the herbs used in witchcraft. I loved how they blossomed in the afternoon and lasted only through the night. They reminded me of my comfort of being awake at night, feeling like my mind was clearer when I was in the presence of the moon. ‘There she is!’ I heard the female spirit scream.

Lillian stared dazedly as she mumbled, "This is so beautiful.” Earle and the others beside her were utterly dumbfounded as well. They had thought that the entire Wild Deserted Secret Region was situated in a hellish environment; none of them would imagine that a place this heavenly would exist within the area. Darryl, on the other hand, stood next to them with a mysterious smile. The Mystical flower Ocean before them might be beautiful in appearance, but was indeed the most dangerous place in the Valley of Death. As bewitching as the bizarre plants might look, they were extremely toxic. Most of them were capable of emitting a scent that could cause hallucination. The mist that hovered above