As Sharlayan's missive to use mine paid leave standeth, this morn I hath poked around and decorated for Starlight. :) (The interior, anyhow... I may wish to purchase some additional outdoor furnishings, but I shalt be good and wait for the inevitable sale.)

*eyeing multiple shared posts with links to Etsy shops* ...Might I be about to order another round of Moenbryda adornments for mine ita bag in progress? Mmmmayhap...

...I hath just cleared floor 60 of Pilgrim's Traverse for the first time. The boss... :D ...I know not what awaits upon the next levels... and it seemeth it may take some time to behold them, given the queue. -_-

...I shalt get to replies. Eventually. The Adders, in their snow-clearing fervor, didst deposit 2.5 fulms of packed, frozen debris at the entryway to mine home in the Shroud. I hath spent a bell clearing a path that I may leave, with the assistance of a friend possessed of a large trampling mount.

Dressed appropriately for handing out fashion report kits this eve (particularly as I've a variety of colors for the corsage), with a friend at mine side. :)

I've the sense I shouldst never attempt to socialize with casual, surface-level interactions. Yet given my eccentricities, 'tis all which presenteth itself. -_-

Sensitive creatures that they are - by necessity, due to their many predators - one would do well to pay heed should a rabbit warn of ominous peril. *nods sagely*

...'Tis canon?

Upon reflection, mayhap the most amusing yet overlooked aspect of this video is the suggestion that Lahabrea hath convinced Gaius to submerge the prepared cloudkin thus.

Hmph! Do you believe in Thanksgiving? Thanksgiving's turkey is forged of falsehoods. Its mashed potatoes are built on deceit. And its pumpkin pie is an instrument of deception. It is naught but a cobweb of lies. To believe in Thanksgiving is to believe in nothing.

(( I was debating whether 'twould be suitable to "yoink" some manner of "starter", though then didst it occur to me I've a habit of simply... appearing unexpectedly. At Ramuh's appearance, at the Ishgardian airship landing, by the shores of the Lochs of Ala Mhigo... ))

(( I find I miss RP... yet after so long wary of interacting with any but one, lest I bring wrath upon both myself and the other party, I know not how to return to such pastimes. Nor if anyone wouldst wish me to. :/ ))

I doth pity the folk in Gold Saucer this eve

happy thanksgiving #ffxiv #ff14

In addition to conjury, I hath also been learning the Garlean technique of Reaper... which didst require an entirely different aesthetic. The newly acquired coat 'twas not quite what I initially sought, but 'tis... interesting. (Yet the aesthetic is quite undone by mine chosen umbrella...)

Ah, I had failed to mention... Due to a paucity of vacation leave taken, Sharlayan hath mandated that I take the first two days of each week off 'till the turning of the year. Intention for said days vs. reality of said days thus far...

Ahh, I hath reached an appropriate level of conjury 'tis necessary to upgrade mine arm. Let us see what the trader in Old Sharlayan ha- .... ........ :DDDDDDDDDDDD

Meanwhile, folk need to queue for Pilgrim's Traverse so that I may complete at least one or two of the relevant challenge log entries. ;_; I hath been "outstanding in mine field" as they say, for far too long already.

...Hm. Mayhap 'tis just as well I could not manage tickets. (Not that I have never simply loitered in the vicinity of a convention to meet friends who were truly attending... yet a journey to Anaheim wouldst be an undertaking indeed.)

TONIGHT!!! It's the FINAL performance of BUNSGIVING 2025!!! Don't miss it!! 🔥 SHOWTIME 🔥 Sunday, Nov 23 @ 9PM EST Dynamis Marilith LB W24 P3 #FFXIV #clockworkangels #macrodance #maleviera #BUNSGIVING

I hath received newfound inspiration; again I shalt try mine hand at Ealad Skaan. (And this time, I hath the required tome.)

The sound of rabbit teeth munching upon crisp spinach leaves after an eve of medicating, soothing, and coaxing is music sweeter than any siren's call. 'Tis 3am. I am exhausted beyond measure. (But the bun is eating. :))

TTTTF (Thank the Twelve 'tis Friday) *faceplanteth* The last few bells' worth of Sharlayan's missives hath been ... indescribable even within the expanse of mine own magnificent vocabulary. Tendingway, if it pleaseth thou, a drink of exceptional stiffness... or mayhap ten.

Booty shorts? Many a pirate's treasure trove hath I unearthed, yet ne'er didst they contain such raiments. E'en had they presented themselves, after having been entombed so long, I dare not- *Thancred leans over and mutters something* ...Ah. Smallclothes, as it were.

...I believeth I am humorous. (Also I enjoy visitors :D)

This surpriseth me not, for when I began Big Fishing on main, I fished by expansion. Though Bobgoblin was cooperative on mine first attempt, 'twas the second-to-last HW fish I didst catch. (I believeth any knowledgeable angler may guess which was the last.)

'Tis a different loporrit who hath undergone maintenance this day. Presently Tryingway is quite irate with me for absconding with him to an unfamiliar and yet not particularly interesting locale. :) (He seemeth well, though the bloodwork shalt take time to return.)

You can love someone you love even if you don't love yourself🏳️‍⚧️ But if you love yourself, you can love both yourself and the person you love. Your love becomes twofold. So take care of yourself. Your soul is beautiful.

Twelve be praised, she seemingly hath been righted with the assistance of some happiness juice. :) (I jest not. I offered many treats, and eventually she nibbled at carrots, leafy greens, and peppermint whilst I gave water by syringe. 'Tis in fact the recipe. :))

Prithee, send supportive thoughts for my fluffiest of loporrits, for she is feeling unwell this morn, and the typical corrective routine thus far hath produced no results. ('Tis good fortune already Sharlayan had bid me take mine leave this day...)

Remember: don't eat the mid tier fast food chicken, don't play the wizard game, don't shop at the hobby store run by the bad guys from Indiana Jones, and don't donate to the bigot bucket.

I hath largely taken leave of Eorzea this weekend for another excursion to track and capture unusual (and oft adorable) creatures, particularly those with variant coloring. And now I return having tamed two of what the younglings hath termed "shundo". :)

Hmm... as Thancred hath managed to acquire rights to a Fanfest ticket, and we had spoken of "meeting up" if we shouldst both be so fortunate, I thought to have a look at the general ticket purchasing site... ...I believe I can now say with surety, I shalt not be at Fanfest.

Whilst this is adorable and fun as 'tis... now I find myself dreaming that one day they may release a reskin of sorts which is a giant pudding, and Puddingway joineth thee for the ride. :) (Aye, mine heart returneth to Island Sanctuary at the most tenuous of reminders.)

.... :/

Cinder Surprise returns from vacation next week! Are you ready? If you're like me, you might get flustered in the moment and struggle to remember all the steps to give yourself the best chance of catching the Big Fish. Maybe this little song I wrote will help you out! #FFXIVParodies

Mayhap I shalt use this opportunity to thank everyone who hath bestowed dotes, lovehearts, or spontaneously traded me sweets whilst I was simply going about my business. Those who showeth patience in duties, those who hath "played along"... Thou improvest mine existence a hundredfold. <3

...'Tis amusing that two of mine favorite characters from different realms (both unrelentingly uplifting characters, at that) share a nameday. Mayhap I shouldst draw the two of them. Sharing pocky. :)

Alas, 'twould seem fortune hath not been in my favor for either MAGFest nor Fanfest. ...And beyond this, I did not even manage to get lodgings within walking distance of the con which hath been my nameday party for over a decade. :/ Mayhap 'tis time to give up.

😎😎😎

Rarely 'tis a border so clearly demarcated, yet forsooth I hath found the map's edge whereupon North Shroud becometh Central Coerthas.

How I long to fall asleep in mine own house, on mine own bed, and wake up there rather than in the front yard. (...'Twas possibly a problem unique unto myself, given certain habits. Yet I think not.)

Ah, the inaugural snowfall of the season is upon us... thus when earlier I didst find what was like to be the final clover of the year, 'twas given to one deserving of such treasure.

Mayhap 'tis foolish - yet if once didst I consider someone a friend, 'tis little difference whether I hath lost them to distance, death... or deceit and betrayal of trust. For where once there was a friend, now there is naught but an empty space... and thus I cannot help but mourn the loss.

...I fear I hath let Thancred talk me into another ill-advised venture... ...by which I mean entering the Fanfest lottery despite it being a 32 hour drive (and my health doth not permit air travel). -_-