Novel & Cerita Snowball X Grassy

Raven stretched out his hand, basking in the warmth of the sun, which was melting the remnants of snow around them and erasing winter’s grip. The white landscape would soon turn green, and flowers would awaken. “This place is beautiful…” Gia gazed at the hill before them. Only traces of snow remained, and the vineyard on the slopes was becoming visible. Soon, rows of green grapevines would cover the hillside. For the first time, Gia realized how stunning Neive indeed was. Raven gently stroked Gia’s belly. “Mommy isn’t having nightmares anymore. You can rest easy,” he whispered.

In this wide and greeny hills, where the sun shone proudly on the bright blue sky and the grass danced freely with the wind, her white fur swayed with the rhythm of its breeze She was as soft as cotton, as fluffy as cloud, and as white as snow. 'I don't know. I like to sit here and just bask in the glory of this beautiful scenery!' I heaved a sigh, swallowing the fresh air that hit my nostrils. Its earthy scent merged with the sweet fragrance of the garlands of small flowers around me. The yellow daffodils touched my bare feet, and the tip of these young grass tickled my sole.

The lawn beyond the Anderson house, two hectares of winter-yellow grass and half-dormant orchard had been roped off with strings of paper lanterns. Tables skirted in navy cloth arced beside an impromptu dance square; borrowed patio heaters hissed like tame dragons. The sun sat low, peach-gold behind the treeline, frosting every breath. Sebastian moved through it all with practiced grace: lavender dish-soap still on his knuckles, a soft cashmere roll-neck skimming the fresh claim-mark on his throat.

He never expected a cat to run in and tip over the bowl. That was how the seeds fell into the gap. He moved the table away to prevent the same thing from happening again. “Let's see here.” Adrian quickly took out the Herb Compendium that he had brought along with him. He was elated to find that the plant had a similar shape to the Green Plum Grass. “Is this the Green Plum Grass?” he asked. “That’s impossible,” Nico said decisively, “Green Plum Grass only sprouts in snow. My room is warm, so how would they grow?”

"You did it." Xer smiled, then jumped down from the tree, disappearing into the forest Snow stood tall at the center of the field, bloodied but victorious. She lifted her head and howled into the sky.

Then he turned and walked toward the camp. Snow settled on his shoulders, on the whetstone, on the sword hilt. He pulled his collar up. Inside his chest plate, the new hairband pressed against his heart. Warm. --- 【Wildfire and Thistle】 The snow on the northern ice plains stopped for a few days each spring. Heavy snow turning to flurries, flurries turning to ice crystals, ice crystals turning to occasional glints caught in the wind. Rex crouched on a black basalt boulder, his greatsword thrust into the snow beside him, hilt up, like a crooked grave marker. He'd been crouching there a long time. The whetstone on his knee, flipped over and back.

As she watched the horse rush toward her, Xander protected her at the right time. He pushed her down and held her tightly. "Watch out!" Snowy, however, seemed angry. He struggled against the reins, attempting to break free and charge out of the stable. Grace sensed something was wrong. She had years of experience dealing with horses, and she could feel that something was strange with Snowy. "Xander, something's wrong with him." Xander also noticed. "Snowy is usually gentle. He has never behaved like this." Just then, Benjamin rushed in and asked with concern, "Grace, are you okay?"

"Husband, do you want to collect my corpse?" Snow Xander's pretty face turned slightly red, and she looked up at him with pitiful eyes. Kiran York couldn't help but laugh at Snow's cute appearance. "How could I possibly want that?" "Then why do you keep coming?" Snow's eyes were like shimmering pools. "So, you're allowing me to touch you now?" Kiran teased. "Allowing is fine, right?" Snow's cheeks flushed as she spoke.

Then she scooped up snow and retaliated. A full-blown snowball war erupted in the middle of a gunfight scene. Sebastian sighed. “This is exactly why Christmas is a mistake.” “You’re not having fun,” Nyra said, ducking another snowball. “I am not supposed to enjoy this,” he grumbled. “You are,” she replied simply. By mid-afternoon, the attackers had scattered—or at least retreated far enough. The snow was trampled, everyone was wet, and Noelle had somehow created a small snow fort. Sebastian, exhausted, sat inside it with Nyra crouched opposite him.

Snow had fallen for two days, not continuously but intermittently. The grounds were covered in a thick layer of snow, though the servants had cleared paths that made walking possible. The orchids were in full bloom, but buried beneath the snow. With a kick, the snow would scatter, and the flowers would flutter down along with it. Amid the sea of white, with purple petals drifting down, Carissa and Ryan had built a snowman. Ryan enthusiastically found two pebbles to use as the snowman's eyes, giving it a quirky, adorable appearance.