Sister Golden Flower Art นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It felt like I was picking up things I had no business picking up. “There are many little things I have placed around. Like this little gold flower.” She pointed out a flower that was completely made of gold with red paint for the flower head and green for the leaves. It was sitting by the guest book as decoration. The whole thing was like eight inches tall. The more I looked around, the more I noticed those small details. Gold really stuck out in these silver and blue theme. However, Martina places these items in ways that kept it more about the ceremony than the actual pieces of random treasure.

Soheila went to the herbs section to buy what herbs she needed to refine other types of pills. “Moon flower...” Soheila whispered. The Moon Flower beautiful and Soheila was attracted to it. The Moon Flower's petals had the same color similar to the galaxy. It also had a purple glowing all around it and it is floating. Soheila waved to the Girl Shop Attendant of the herb section. The Shop Attendant immediately went directly to Soheila. “Are you perhaps wanted to have the Moon Flower?” The Shop Attendant asked gently with a smile. Soheila nodded and the Shop Attendant's smile grew bigger. She said, “It is only 40 million gold coins.”

A flower blooms tonight as one of the fragments reappears Then below there is a painting of a green vast land, dark sky, stars, and moon. Stella smiled finding comfort on the painted picture. She brush her index finger on it, but like a wet ink she smudge the beautiful scene. She immediately rub the green ink on her finger to her skirt and close the book. She looked at Aeriol and Sister Lily tidying things up, no one seems to notice but her heart leaps higher than the height she fell into.

Regaining his vigour, Zen studied the other tombs. “Even when dead, I’m still the prettiest sister!” Zen read and chuckled. This unnamed sister deserved the lily. “Yes, you are,” he commented while placing the flower on the slate. The dungeon brightened a little more. “For better or worse, I’m glad that we were sisters,” Zen read and thought about it. Then, he chose the dandelion for this kind sister. Clapping twice and placing the yellow flower on the slate, Zen prayed that the dungeons would bless her virtual soul.

"Oh my, seems I have a visitor! Why don't you sit down and join me for tea-time?" The woman held in her arms a banquet consisting of roses, lilacs, and jasmine flowers. Rose pink lips curved into a soft smile as butterflies swarmed around her. Such a surreal scene almost caused Elaria to mistake the woman for one of the six great forest spirits, creators of this world. History aside, Elira recalled the limited number of artwork that exhibited their profound beauty, which one would expect from divine beings but not a mere mortal. She was unable to believe that the woman standing before her was created by the human race.

Belle Kinson had never seen so many exotic flowers and plants before, and she couldn't help but marvel, "It's so beautiful, my sister can actually grow such beautiful flowers and plants." Earel nodded, "Miss Mary can taste wine and plant flowers, but it's more poetic and picturesque than we thought." Belle Kinson nodded, looked at Carol who was cleaning the floor beside her, and called out, "You and Earel, send those flowers and plants to the little yard behind my room. Be careful, don't break them." My sister really appreciates these flowers and plants, but it was all going to be her tedious work. Carol nodded, "Yes."

Andrei started. From the standing mirror on the dresser came the Voice. The paper flowers in a glazed ceramic vase, poppies and carnations that Svetlana had made in her crafts class, instantly burst into flame. A stream of power poured into the tiny apartment, filling it with a cataract of sound, echoing from the peeling walls and shabby furniture, sweeping over the four people like a mighty river. Svetlana stole a glance at her parents’ bowed heads, but the moment was really too private to share with anybody, even them. Trembling, she watched the feeble candle-flames shatter into seeds of fire that sunk into the already pitted and scarred floorboards. From these black holes, miniature flame

Flora anxiously said, “What daughter? Don’t talk nonsense. I don’t have a daughter!” Griffin chuckled. “Fine, Nephele is my daughter. She has nothing to do with you either.” Flora was happy. “It's best that we are not related. I don’t want to have anything to do with a lousy man like you.” She raised her hand, and there was a big diamond ring on all her five fingers. “Do you see this?” “These are diamond rings! There are five in total! I’m now every man’s ideal type! “As long as I occasionally call them ‘Handsome’, people will give me tons of cash right away. My studio is receiving up to one hundred bouquets of fresh flowers every day. Do you know that?”

a saleslady said as she approached. She turned and pointed to the necklace she liked. “May I see this one?” she asked, following the saleslady inside. Within a minute, she held the necklace in her hands, examining it carefully. Could this be the gift she would give Ricky's wife? “Miss, do you want others like this?” the saleslady asked. “No, just this one,” Flora Amor replied. “But do you have one with a D in the center?” “Sorry, ma’am. We have other pendants with D, but they’re not heart-shaped.”

"I think the moon had it all figured out for you and Bastian." I giggle. "The moon." I say with doubt. "Hey, that thing has powers. I've seen it. You've seen it. What happened in the ballroom? If that wasn't proof the blue moon has magic, I don't know what is." She hugged my arm. "Well, as an artist, I like the idea of a magical blue moon pairing hearts together. It's perfect." I smile. Wren sits up. "Well, it's not that perfect. At least not for me."