Chapitre 12: Chapter 12: The storm
The oinking had kept me awake, but I did not dare show my face outside. The tree was thick, ancient, and had armor-like bark.
Which made me question more than once just what sort of tools the tourists had, to be able to cut off branches…
But that was not what bothered me, as the first rays of sunlight tried to break through the stormy clouds.
A storm was coming. I could feel the ice in the clouds. How was I supposed to keep the humans here?
I was all out of food!
"Well, we must go now. Take care now, nymph," I was not even worried about the fact that they knew what I was. I was worried about the fact that ice cubes the size of walnuts were going to rain down on them!
"Sylvan," I heard my old girl said, her voice like sunlight. "If you tell them the truth, they will believe you!"
"But," I was at a loss. The barrier which Grumpy Pant's sea horn was keeping up would be a thing of the past by the end of this storm!
L’AVIS DES CRÉATEURS 
doravg
doravg Creation is hard, cheer me up!
(It is.
I'm allergic to wheat, milk and oranges. Do you have any idea how tough it is when you can't substitute something with gluten-free flour and vegetable milk? To be denied trying it, or camp in the bathroom?
Creation is hard.
By the way, the link to the recipe is in the notes! =))
Cadeaux
-- Cadeau
reçu État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
stone