aren't we all so unnatural.

Orison, we have company on the way. Will you escort her to the villa? She will be arriving near Sir Riley’s cottage.

Every few years, there’s an electricity in the air at the end of summer on Iron Island. Riley has only recently and in time come to notice this. It renders my joints stiff and my patience fluid.

My secure courier is out of commission. Normally I’d inquire with Riley, who has been phenomenal in the past—so much so that I’ve offered him a full time role many times, to his annoyance. Regardless, I am in need of a white-glove service deliveryperson in the interim. Message me if interested.

Witnessing AZ, I often wonder how much color I will lose in my lifetime.

ᅠ ᅠ ㅤ𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐔𝐒 : ᅠ ㅤit is told in mythology ᅠ ㅤthat this pokémon ᅠ ㅤwas the first ᅠ ㅤpokémon born ᅠ ㅤbefore the ᅠ ㅤuniverse even existed . ᅠ ㅤ

𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘛𝘰 𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦𝘯

The migrating Wingull have learned my schedule. This happens at the end of every summer and yet I still can’t keep from sacrificing my lunch to them.

Someone’s brought me a fragment of what I suspect was a Celestecian death mask recovered from the collection of a recently deceased 20th century tomb looter. Are there any scholars here who would like to guess the age of something like this?