Random Flower Generator 소설 & 이야기

Silly Genevieve. “Now I'm going to give you two, flower shooters, each.” She picked it up from the side and handed a flower shooter to each of them. One was blue and one was pink. “When I count to three, you two would hit the bottom of the flower shooter and if the petals come out blue, then it’s a boy. If it comes out Pink, then it’s a girl. Understood?” They both nodded and held the flower shooter, set to use it and do what Genevieve asked them to do when she counted.”

Mira entered space after everyone left for their day’s work. Today she had to finish the work for her mother and godmother. She didn’t have to think long for her mom and godmother’s pattern. For her mom’s cloth the pattern was the floral pattern of fuchsia flowers that were bright red with shades of a dark red and a shade of pink darker than the rosewood color for the inside bulb with hovering hummingbirds, the Fiery-throated hummingbird and the Crowned Woodnymph variety which were her mom’s favorite among all the hummingbirds.

Jace mutters, smiling. Now, I’m not sure if I am able to stop the blush from breaking all over my face. “M-Maybe… anemones? I like how their dark centers contrast with the petals. And oh—spray roses, too! They’re small but delicate, and I think they’d look nice mixed in. Uh… What else? Maybe some wax flowers for texture… and a little eucalyptus, just for greenery.” Reed pinches his lower lip as if trying to stifle a smile. I blush harder. Did I overdo it?

Wasn't it excessive to ask a child to gather a specific flower alone in a dangerous forest? "Crinum flowers have numerous benefits and uses. The petals are commonly used to make energy recovery potions and high-level healing potions. The essence of the flower can be used to heal internal organ diseases. And if they are sold, Crinum flowers have a high value. Unfortunately, Crinum flowers only bloom once a year, during one season, and they can only be used when they're in full bloom. Usually, they have a time limit of just one day and one night. Sadly, I lost the flowers today."

Blue roses were one of the rarest species of flowers, its rarity only beneath flowers containing magic, this was due to the fact that not just anyone could grow them, as even his mum who was a true elf couldn’t but only special people could, basically the flower was very picky. Feral plucked out a cucumber which he sank his teeth into, eating as he observed his plants to figure out which routine to start with for the day. “Alright, time to get to watering!” Feral exclaimed to himself before turning towards the storage facilities to get his tools when he bumped right into a wall, which turned out to be a man. Feral looked up only for his eyes to meet with homely brown eyes looking down at him

Luna Croía smile as I bow my head and dash out of the room. I dash forward, my feet caressing the soft soil. The lush green grass tramples beneath my bare feet as I dash forwards. I rush to my tiny garden and pluck the flowers I had been lovingly growing. I pick up some cobra saffrons, daffodils, damask roses, and daturas. They effortlessly form a colourful arrangement to decorate any room. I rise up and smile at the colourful blooms. I complete the bouquet with a few wildflowers from the garden and a few green leaves. I walk to the packhouse, holding the flower arrangements as delicately as I can in my hands. I look up as the wolves rush up to the packhouse. A frown forms on my face as they

Servants were moving tables into place, while others adjusted the soft, glowing glamour lights above. Tall crystal vases lined the center of each table, elegant and graceful. The floral arrangements clearly represented the different realms—blood red roses for the vampires, sky blue lotuses for the sirens, wild moonflowers for the werewolves, golden hellebores for the fae, and twilight-colored orchids for the witches. I knew this because I had always loved flowers and nature. Even as a child, I could name blooms by their scent alone. As I leaned in to inspect the bouquet on the head table, something caught my eye.

I got all excited,"Definitely!" I walked around the shop. I spotted Iris, carnations, Daffodil, Aster which looked so beautiful. The small sized purple flower caught my eye. Statice. Which is also known as Sea lavenders. "I like this so much. How much is it?" "20 dollars." "Oh no. I just got 15 dollars with me. Can I give the remaining afterwards." "Hey Sam! You don't have to pay at all. Your the one who insisting on paying for flowers."

Make them believe in that crappy word called destiny. However, as far as the flower’s sorting skill goes, it had never made a mistake. The packs were formed in a rather organized way. Yellow was the flower color for the healer pack; blue for those person’s best suited for the kingdom’s line of defence and the people’s safety, orange for gardening and agriculture, purple for engineering and research, green for education and literature, red for artistry and craftsmanship, and so on and so forth that I didn’t have the enthusiasm to enumerate. Now, fourteen heads looked up at me; in their eyes a clear indication of a rather unexpected question.

"The magic here is... it's alive." Suddenly, the forest opened up to reveal a hidden glade, a circular clearing bathed in a soft, ethereal light. At the center of the glade stood a single, enchanting Moonflower, its petals shimmering with a magical glow. The flower radiated a power that seemed to pulse with life, its light casting a mesmerizing aura over the entire glade.