Orange Lantern の小説・ストーリー

He then brought the basket to Elio, looking like an old man who just got back from the market. After he placed the basket on the coffee table. Elio took a closer look and saw the grapefruit-sized object inside it. It had an ugly grayish-black wrinkled exterior, and it smelled nauseating. A scorching heat emanated from it as if it had just emerged from an oven. Elio's eyes widened. "It’s a Scarletflame Fruit! It's a precious fruit that grows inside volcanos, and it takes at least a thousand years to grow to this size. Despite its looks, it’s a truly rare find!”

Even though she was full, she was curious about the taste of the fruit she saw for the first time. "No. Why are you embarrassed?" Orlan smiled, seeing Lucia, who looked enthusiastic about eating all the fruit he gave her. During training, Orlan always made time to see Lucia. "You are known as Alpha, who is fierce, flat, and cold." Lucia eat an orange. "You're even making out with your friend in public now. Allowing everyone to see." Orland smiled faintly. He peeled the oranges because Lucia had only two oranges left in her hands. "Just let it be. You are my mate as well as my future wife."

Jai asked. Alyssa giggled. “It’s not Pearglet, Brother Jai. It’s Pearlet.” “Ah yes, what Pearlet?” Jai asked, smiling. “Sour Pearlet. You may have heard its sweet counterpart, the Honey Pearlet. But this is not the Honey Pearlet. This is the sour one. Honey Pearlet is more yellow in color while this one is orange in color,” Roger answered for him. “Aah… I see. Thank you for the information,” Jai smiled, despite feeling disappointed that it wasn’t the plant he was looking for.

“Ha! Just as I thought. Seems like I will receive a kiss from you again.” He reaches towards the table, where the pack of different fruits is laid down, and takes the small light brown object. “This is lanzones,” he informs. “Delicious but only seasonal.” It looks like a smaller orange but in a different color. Kleavon cracks it in the middle and white flesh comes out. “Get the flesh.” I gingerly take one. It’s also like orange, with divided sections, but it has a light, transparent flesh. “Come on, taste it. It’s smaller so it doesn’t have the bitter seed,” he urges.

A sharp inhale escapes her lips, caught between surprise and awe. Before her unfolds an enchanting garden, bathed in the golden hues of lantern light. Lanterns dangle gracefully from the limbs of ancient trees, their warm glow casting an ethereal radiance over the scene. Flowers bloom in abundant clusters, their petals a delicate blend of white and pale blue, glistening like jewels under the soft illumination.

Seeing him pissed, Xieaniel slowly took the ceramic jar from Olive’s hand, which she gladly let go of. “General…” Xieaniel whispered, and only then did Nathan notice the ceramic jar. It was ombre blue and red that has the emblem of La Elora. Venice felt her chest tighten. Seeing her pale face, John quickly walked behind her. “B-Boss is… here…” Olive whispered as if she didn’t quite believe her own words. Kate flinched when Raith lost his strength and his glass shattered on the floor. Oriana and Mix gasp loudly and cover their mouths in disbelief. Leon froze on his sport, unable to believe the words of his twin.

He nodded towards them. “Oranges are addictive though. Thousand years ago no one could exist without their morning OJ’s.” Darius frowned slightly. “Did not understand that at all. But if you are asking me, I choose apples.. It’s very simple. Oranges are very bright, flashy and... bright and flashy does not mean anything good. Once one of us tried a huge bright red mushroom and ended up with food poisoning.” “Apples are red.” Nicolai picked up one. “They Are red and flashy....”

A towel was hanging on his left shoulder with a towel wrapped around his bottom. A glass of whisky glistened against the embers of the green flame that reminded him of the encounter he had a few hours ago. I never knew that green can be a compelling color. Randel, an orc that specialized in poisons and who was also Damon’s aid, gulped for the nth time for this evening. He was standing beside the fireplace, his large clawed hands were clasped at his back as he waited for the response of the prince from what he announced earlier—but to no avail, his eyes, that were as red as the cracking of dawn, had only its interest fixated onto the green flame that belonged to the Glutton Family.

Everyone was willing to contribute because of their love for their King. The Oracle was dressed on leather that is embedded with cowries and small bones; he hanged several horns of gazelle and wrapped the skin of a leopard-like wrapper. His face was marked with white chalks and tiro (black-eye lash) was marked on his eyelids. The elders were all putting on pure white wrappers, raised to their bellies, and firmly holding their Nkpara (staffs) and holding their red caps in their hands. They all bowed their faces as the oracle does the incantations and say some words of prayers.

Alinta was stuck working a case at her firm and couldn't make it, so it was just the two of them and little Orion having a small celebration. Marisol picked out a flower lantern and used a marker to draw different little animals on each petal. They looked so lifelike and charming. She handed it to Orion, and the kid was absolutely thrilled. He even took photos to send to his uncle. Julius whined that he wanted one too. Though Marisol teased him about being too old for such things, she still drew a chubby, adorable yellow dog on another lantern and gave it to him.