User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-7345250-20160912043643

Golden Age: "Okay, who are you trying to put down? Me or you?"


 * The other changelings turn tail to report this latest disaster. They are gone in a flash.


 * A series of ripples courses by under Glaive's wings, all long and headed north.


 * Suddenly, the air smells a little better. A little flowery, even.