BedazzledFlyingLemur

As if the main story isn’t sad enough, I felt compelled to write this Pokopia fic.

I had to commemorate these beautiful flowers before I tragically had to mow.

I love wild violets. They herald the end of the cold winter and usher in the warm seasons, dappling fields and hills with vibrant purples. The delicate blooms are stronger than they look. This one has just endured driving rain and hail, but glows in the evening sun.

Uh… hello, I guess? Could you take a step or two forward please? 😅

After many attempts at jump rope with Bulbasaur, I managed to get this glowing high score. Bask in my athleticism.

Snow on the ridge

Finally trying out the pencil set I got for Christmas! 🤩