Green Group の小説・ストーリー

I say quickly pulling one of my hair and dropping it in the mix. The mix turned yellowish green, it's a mix of the two colours, I know that I have read the spell more than once, but there's nothing about this lime colour. "What does it mean?" I ask Oliver looking at the colour with confusion. "We must have messed up the spell," Olli said but I didn't believe him we did it by the dot, we did everything the spell told us to do, but it turned a weird colour. "You want to ask mom about it?" Olli suggests.

The notion of this green-haired scion seeking to avenge his fallen brother was, admittedly, a tad amusing to me. But then, a voice beside me broke the silence, a gentle reminder that I was not alone in my observations. "The Green Family's bloodline art is one of the exceptional arts," the speaker murmured, "which can boost the growth and acquisition of strength, while also enhancing mana. They are the only ones who have a green aura. You should not take it lightly."

The gown was created by one of the best Designers of all time. The Royal blue dress brought out the Royal Aura in the wearer of the dress... After the blue house presentation was the green House. " Good day everyone. We are from the greenhouse. " The Representative greeted everyone with a bow. " Before we begin with our presentation, I want to remind everyone one of us here the importance of green in our life. " " Green, Is the color of Most green plants. " " Not only do green plants provide food for man through the process of Photosynthesis. They also make oxygen available for man's use and take in the Carbon ( ii ) oxide from the environment. "

But I definitely did not eye-rape him. "I am so sorry." I mumbled. Is the universe against me or something? "I wasn't looking and-" Okay, maybe I did a little bit of eye-raping. I mean, who could blame me? He's gorgeous. He has sandy blonde hair with some brown highlights. His face is just... pure perfection. Then I realised something that made me frown. Something that made memories of him come back. His eyes were a shade of forest green. Forest freaking green. Ashton. Oh god. I'm not even kidding, I am going to cry.

Tara pitched and I couldn't help but turn as I hurriedly wore a fitted black jean. "This meeting is very important ladies." It was all I could say before returning to the mirror. I wore an ash T-shirt so only my forearm tattoos were visible. "More important than us?" "Unfortunately, yes." I mumbled with a tiny smile, admiring my ebony skin. My honey irises seemed to be dull perhaps due to my worries. "You see, Green is going to wage war on all communities tomorrow onwards. One that has never happened in history." I said whilst brushing my low cut hair.

The class laughed, and it only lasted a while before it fell silent, sources and their connects focusing on the tasks at hand. Green is the color of the forest, Kilvic heard Sharmin’s voice in his head and he penned it down in black. Why forest? he asked. It was almost as if the sound of Sharmin writing echoed through their link. Why not swamp? Some swamps are a brownish green. Maybe, he conceded, but most people think wood and leaves and dirt when they think of a forest. Are you serious? Sharmin sighed. Yes. Let’s go with grass. Alright, but that means I pick the next one.

"I think this visit is important." "So the green sweater," I said. "Yes," he said. "Also green is a good geological color. It suggests mineral awareness." Amara looked at me. I looked at her. "Mineral awareness," she said. "Yes," he said. "Like malachite. Malachite is green because of the copper content. Green communicates that you understand that color has meaning." He sat down and ate his oatmeal. Amara pressed her fingers flat on the table. The grounding gesture.

she asked, her voice soft and full of concern. “Yeah,” I said, forcing a smile. “Just a client. Nothing important.” She seemed satisfied with that answer and went back to flipping through the catalog. “I think I’ve found the right color,” she said, holding up a swatch for me to see. I leaned in, curious. “Green?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Why green?” Emily laughed softly, her fingers brushing over the sample. “Green is calming. It’s soothing, like the color of trees and grass. It’s natural, peaceful. I think it’ll be perfect for the baby. Don’t you think?”

"The ceremonial dress has to be white, Tracy, but with a touch of the color that a Luna feels most comfortable with. A color that represents their true intentions for the pack." I turned lightly on the elevated platform, staring at her through the mirror. "What color did you use, Luna… I mean, Mom?" I corrected softly. "I used green, Tracy," she said, a fond, nostalgic smile gracing her lips as she looked through the fabrics. "I wanted our lands to be prosperous and always bountiful. Plus, the forests around us provide us with shade and shelter from the human world. I even had a crown made of green leaves placed on my head during my ceremony."

The morning carried itself. When Brynn rose from the basin, dried, robed again, Wynn led her to the small adjacent chamber where the bonding dress had been laid out. It was not white, the old rites had never used white, but a deep forest green, the color of growing things, of the season she’d come home in, of the somewhere they had all been promised. The fabric was simple, well-made, sewn by hands across the pack in the days since Torrhen’s announcement, every wolf who’d contributed a stitch having earned a place in the witnessing. Brynn touched the green and thought of Isla, and of Lena’s garden, and of the little plant on the eastern window, and her throat tightened.