Ortega sighed softly as he sat down at the pier. He stared out at the blue before him, waters not quite unlike his own skin, before gently picking up his journal in one hand. As the waves crashed against the wooden posts, he thought about how long this old book had been with him. It had seen him well through his journey leading here, and he flipped through the pages, looking at all the nodes on the creatures he had seen. Before he became one himself, that is, he thought with a huff. Seabirds made thier calls in the air above him, unaware or perhaps uncaring of the Strangertouched below, as he flipped through. At the back of the journal was, well, less like a bestiary and more like a diary. Letters he wrote to a dear friend. This friend wasn't around to read what he had to say to him, except perhaps in the form of blue flesh, a tail, and strange markings... But he said them anyways. He knew he couldn't sit here forever, he had people to help out today, but the melancholy, as always, could never quite fully escape him. He looked up, taking in the rythmic waves, before fishing through his jean pockets for a pencil...

This was an artistic liberty commission from :iconvenlightchaser:, featuring Ortega! Thanks, Ven! ❤

Now that I think of it, I have a few piece of Garvos that they made that I need to post... Hmm, should do that soon...