Nova Peak every dollar earned was already spent

Alas, ornery cowbird would cant his head; his regard brimming with bewilder. Not shard; not pebble; nor the finest cobble trounces these mellowing titans, and yet this porcelain doll still retains blunted stone, even as her maw lolls in incredulity. To him, the splendor of her token had been sere of worthy appraise, she had found a well of grand fortune; and yet she clings. Astraeus does not elect to take it from her or even pay tribute to his findings, it'd waft from one feathery ear and out the other in vain, like a parasite who'd yet to find a susceptible partner to shake hands and begin a deal of parasitism. 

And so the silverback ushers them onward, a pipep up: "My garden isd thataway." Or should he say weed cultivation, as that is the duo gaze in upon. Scruff clears of weeds dot miniature plots of clayey soil, messily tilled and blunted by an unseasoned hand.
dull; mismatched; and certainly an excuse for plant bed, but it's his so it must be a sight, for better or worse.