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Luna Natalie's eyes shimmered with excitement. "Woww!!! Which flower type is that, Luna? I've never seen something so gorgeous before." I was as petrified as her when I took a glance at it. It was a flower Blooming like a bird. I was totally in shock for it looked like a bird flying in the sky with its wings spread wide and head raised high. It was a flower though. A milky white plant growing into the shape of a bird with green feet. "They look like birds soaring in the sky!" I bent forward and to my surprise it smelled like mogra.

But the fog pulses behind him like a living thing, and something in me knows he’s right. Still, I take a step. He sighs deeply, as though he knows I wasn’t going to give up this easily, then pulls something from his pocket. It’s a flower. Unlike anything I’ve ever seen. The petals shimmer, iridescent and darkly crimson, shaped like drops of blood caught mid-fall. Its stem curls like it’s alive, pulsing faintly with energy I can’t name. “This flower only grows in the Hollow,” he says, holding it out to me. “It’s considered a herald of change when it appears.” His eyes narrow on mine before he adds, “It smells like berries.”

I inhale deeply, letting the scent of the flower fill my senses. I continue walking, admiring the beauty of each flower I come across. The sound of bees buzzing nearby fills the air, adding to the peacefulness of the scene. I catch sight of a vibrant pink peony and pause to take it in. The flower is so large and full, with delicate petals that look like they might burst open at any moment. As I walk through the garden, I find myself drawn to a large patch of lavender. The purple flowers sway in the breeze, and I can't resist reaching out to touch them. Their fragrance is sweet and soothing, and I feel my cares slipping away as I inhale deeply.

She plucked one. The glow of the flower dimmed faintly in her hand.There was power in it. Without Gina noticing, she carefully slipped the flower into satchel. ——— Later that night—At the Blackmoon Pack Library… Laura sneaked into the library. She sat by the heart a sack of old leather-bounds times beside her. She picked few books about herbs. One of the books had what she was looking for. Solaris Bloom. It was also known as “The Flames of Renewal”the Bloom is a rare flower said to glow with the last breath of a fallen star.Known for its potent restorative properties.

I asked. Cade sighed and looked at me. "Well for starters, that flower is not just a plant. It's a weapon and Emilia has an entire field full of it."

I wasn't about to wreck a home. "So dumb." I wipe my eyes on my knees, but the tears don't stop. I look up and can see people making their way through the trees towards me. I sniff and rest my chin on my hands. My eyes trail down, and through my blurry vision, I can see dozens and dozens of flowers blooming around me. I furrow my brow, wiping at my eyes again and moving to sit on my knees and crouch over the flowers. I hadn't wiped my hands on the ground, but they were still blooming. Pink ones, purple, white. Still smaller than a quarter, but slightly bigger than the last ones I made bloom. And there were a lot more of these too. They continued to appear around where I sat as I watched.

She took her time to familiarize Miren with the flowers that suddenly appeared in the box. “Lady, the flowers I brought are all flowers picked from the back of the garden. Since there was going to be a ball tonight, the king wanted us to dress him up beautifully. Lady who doesn't want to wear gold jewelry can try wearing these flowers in her hair, these flowers will definitely make your beauty stand out." Miren reached out and gently stroked a wine-colored rose as she looked at the flowers that had been meticulously arranged inside the box. Her fingertips must have felt as if they were being tenderly pampered by the petals because of how velvety soft they were.

But since I’m already here, might as well meet in person’ ‘I tried, but you said I have to ask for your husband’s consent just to get your name. So, I guess, you’re not really interested with your flower boy’ ‘Anthony?’ ‘FlowerMan’ ‘And to answer your question, the flowers you received are very special. It didn’t come from any local boys here’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘I’m not the one you’re looking for. The flowers you cultivated are from a specific type of orchids. It’s called cattleya’

He offered it to her. She saw the flower in his hand and looked up at him. “A-Are you giving it to me?” Darrion nodded. “I don’t know what flower is this. I picked it from an old man’s pot. Don’t worry, I asked.” She reached her hand out and took the flower. Staring at the smooth and bright petals, she smiled warmly. “This is Eustema. Thank you, Darrion.” She smiled at him. Darrion smiled back. “You’re welcome. Well, I’m off.”

“It smells amazing here.” A florist approached, her apron dusted with petals. “Can I help you?” “Yes,” Adam said, gesturing toward Chloe. “My sister wants to choose some flowers.” Chloe reached out, her fingers brushing the edge of a display. “Can you describe them to me?” The florist began listing options. “We have sunflowers—bright and cheerful—pink roses, daisies, lilies... Would you like to feel them?” Chloe nodded, and the florist gently placed a rose in her hand. Chloe traced the soft petals, her smile widening. “This is lovely. What is it?”