User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2018 and Beyond/@comment-24422626-20190402040226


 * As Force Filly and Strongheart converse, and as Sylvia proffers a treat to a glum-looking stallion, all three perchance notice another abnormality: as the drifting snowflakes land on each other's noses and Sylvia's funnel cake, they're not sticking or even melting at all. They're going up in nearly invisible little plumes of vapor, and... Hey, that stings the eyes a bit.

* ''It's... well, it isn't the best of feelings...''*

[click]

Butler: "I can arrange to have the entire apparatus transported immediately. Will you be coming back with it?"

* So Glaive is carried through manor and stone and snow to the place where the Mad Monk finally fell.*