Tara’s Royal Floral Staff Backstory


 * Note: This dialogue was from Korean. It needs a translate checking and proofreading.

I felt bad because I could not sleep all night because I had a nightmare that morning. Moreover, it was added to the depression that lasted for several days and it was more helpless. But today was Tuesday, and I had to get out of school to show my mother that she was opposed to studying, "What can I do alone? So, Tara started to prepare for school by raising his heavy body.

In the mind that had been dismembered, the class only passed through the ear. She told her not to concentrate on the lesson that she still had difficulty with the words and told her if she needed help. It's magic, it's circulation. I still do not understand how to use it in a way that is similar to the Ki used in my own home. Is it because I ask myself about language only because I see myself as a stranger? I did not know what to do, but I did not want to answer it.

At lunch, she took a sandwich from the restaurant and went out to the garden. I was hungry because I had not even had breakfast, and the mouth of the door was blocked by the neck. Then I regretted that I would just put some coffee on it and put some oil in it. If there were some fruit juices with ice in it, I could have eaten more comfortably ... I carefully restored the sandwich that had just dried out. Also, it would be nice to follow a friend who went to the castle today ... The mood just got better.

After finishing the long and tedious lesson, when I got out of the school gate, I took on a greasy, dark smell that was getting closer to myself. And what appeared in front of me was a figure of a friend who embraced a flower that flowed like gold.

"Noah, this is ..."

"It was the flower that my sister had painted before. I went to the castle and asked the director of Terra Pion about the flower, but he knew it. so... shrieking!"

The nostalgic smell of nostalgia for a while and the helplessness and melancholy seemed to be pouring out of tears, so Tara hugged his friend hard.

"I used the magic that makes the memories that Mr. Warrior taught me before. It's too hard for me too, just a little bit... I wanted to show it before it was too late. Did I make the flower of my sister's home properly?"

"Huh... Huh. So pretty. Noah. Thank you so much..."

I took flowers from my shameful friend and weaved the stems to decorate his staff. The flower of the hometown which filled with the fragrance seemed to support the Taji himself. Like a precious friend...