User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-24422626-20150206205044


 * Fuzzy Wuzzy stands silently for a moment, his giant wings still splayed as he looks at "Rosebud". Hmm. Something's not right with what he has just seen. At least, the large butterfly thinks so—during Parlys's bout of potion-drinking, one of his eyes had been sizing up that delicious-looking butterfly bush on the next hill. But Fuzzy Wuzzy is still as suspicious as a butterfly can be. Perhaps, when he sees Discord next, he should inform the draconequus about it. Yes, that seems most prudent. Back to thinking about that butterfly bush...*

* ''Glaive turns around, searching for the source of the voice. A cloud of bluish mist snakes through the darkness, unnoticed as it sneaks around Glaive, and as the Pegasus scans the undergrowth, he fails to see a mischievous, almost glowing grin appearing behind him near a low tree branch...''*