Romans & histoires Rose Clover

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

Her face twisted with distaste as she eyed the roses in full bloom. “Ugh, I hate roses. They are such old-fashioned flowers,” she said loudly, waving at the beds as if she was waving away a bad smell. “We should replace them with lavender, or maybe orchids. Something elegant.” Clara, tending to the edges, froze. She looked between Viki and I before standing up straight. Her face looked serious as she carefully said, “Miss Viki, this is Luna's garden. She grew all these bushes herself, so we can’t-”

Esper glanced back nervously, and the stag nodded his head, encouraging her to go in. Taking a deep breath, Esper cleared the vines and revealed a doorless archway. Inside, the stone building was full of flora. Climbing up the walls were white datura flowers, and the floor was covered with blooming rain lilies. The moon shone brightly through the holes in the roof, turning all of the white flowers silver, just like her hair. The area was what Esper was searching for, and she had the stag to thank for bringing her there. Esper heard a rustling and turned around to see the stag trying to make its way inside. She couldn't help but chuckle a little as she watched the animal struggle. He couldn't

“Okay then. Hunt the beast with the big horns and lead me to it. But don’t let it notice you.” With a soft bark, Bella darted away. She had never failed me in a hunt. I bent to collect river pokeroot before turning my attention to the stammerwort. Crawling stammerwort was a night-loving plant, rare and delicate, clinging to the shaded branches of trees as if it had crawled up on thin roots. Most people never looked up high enough to find it.

“Those aren’t even the symptoms our ill shifters are experiencing.” “I didn’t say they were,” I reply. “You’re not using the well-known flowering wolfsbane. You’re using ground cover wolfsbane, which isn’t nearly as potent but, long-term, can be just as deadly. And you’re hiding it under the cloves because you know that Dr. Jerim would recognize it if he saw it. The large leaves of the clove plant hide the wolfsbane but also provide enough sunlight in for it to grow while covering the scent to a degree with cloves’ more distinct smell.”

She couldn't even bring herself to break the annoying alarm clock as this one was a customized one. The particular clock had a voice which always started with a sweet voice,"wakie wakie baby.... Rise and shine my queen..." But that was not the only reason, the reason we're never the words...nope... not at all... The reason was the voice... It belonged to Rudra... She still finds it a mystery to solve that how her friend caught a hold of Rudra's voice that too such sweet one... Groaning, she picked up her alarm clock on her nightstand, Sakshi looked at the time and said,

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.”

"You’re clever, cara mia. I’ll give you that." Her stomach dropped. He stepped into the light, shadows dancing across his face. "Alonso Delgado never made it past his twentieth birthday. I did." She couldn’t breathe. "What?" He moved closer, until the poker nearly touched his chest. "I’m Esteban. Esteban Gallego." The name struck her like lightning. The Gallegos; rivals of the Delgados. Ruthless. Vicious. Responsible for the massacre in Medellin.

Seeing Nash’s expression of disdain, she chuckled, "It’s as delicate and precious as a princess. You need to treat it carefully." Nash held Nina’s coat and gently reminded her, "Just be careful. If it gets damaged, we can always find another one. But you can’t get hurt, understand? I can’t face Orion if anything happens to you." "Okay," Nina replied with a smile, but she handled the clover with extreme care. The roots of the Seven-Leaf Clover were fragile, likely due to the cold, damp environment it grew in. Nina carefully dug up the entire plant, taking extra soil to keep it from drying out on the way back.

Sadly, I haven't been able to find them with the naked eye so far, I got no choice but use analyze on plants that i'm not familiar with, in hopes to find something useful. Moon clover: edible, has a sweet taste. This one surprises me, it's just a clover but it's name suggest otherwise. I chew on it and... well, it tastes kind of funny, not in a bad way, but eating grass doesn't seem appealing to me. Silver flower: gives off a pleasant aroma. Its root has medicinal properties. This is exactly what i was looking for. Fortunately I still have my spear, I used it to dig a hole and removed the entire plant. Its root is quite prominent.