User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-24422626-20150208234931


 * The Cheshire Cat takes the mask back and slips it into one of Glaive's cloak pockets. Glaive himself simply stands with a blank stare, feeling naked after having had an identity he'd rather forget stripped bare by this visitor.*

Cheshire: Mm. It's simply maddening that you thought to wander into this forest~♪

Glaive: ...

Cheshire: There is no doubt we'll be meeting again soon.

Glaive: ...Why is that..?

Cheshire: When you visit a place as mad as this... you take a little madness away with you. It's always a delight talking to ponies like you, Glaive... So few are as closely related to me as you are, and even fewer actually give me the pleasure of meeting them. Take that fellow Obscure Acolyte, for example...

Glaive: I know the name... Did he grow on you too?

Cheshire: Oh, yes, I would have loved to meet him. Again, madness loves company. Were he still alive, we might have been a club, us three. Unfortunately, he never had the chance to come to this world.

Glaive: Sigh... From what I hear, he always comes back somehow.

Cheshire: A cat has nine lives, they say... But for some of us, it doesn't even stop there.

Glaive: ...If he comes back again...

Cheshire: Send him my regards.

* ''Discord snaps his fingers to dry Parlys's newly finished work. Meanwhile, Fuzzy Wuzzy puts the final finishes on his own artwork with his proboscis. The crude drawing is nowhere as neat as the changeling diviner's painting, but the gentle giant of a butterfly still has a feeling of pride as he picks up the leaf with his antennae and shows it to Discord.''*