User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2015-2016/@comment-7345250-20151228063856


 * It is a cemetery. Sorrow lingers in every nook and cranny. However, there is nothing to suggest that any living soul is interested in the duo's activity or conversation.

Mare Do Well: "I think we've both earned this."


 * The Mare Do Well removes her chapeau and her mask, and out tumbles a cascade of shimmering locks, all the colors of the sky at dawn. She opens her pale violet eyes and takes a deep breath of the fetid air.

Celestia: "Whew!... I tailored the suit to my size, but the mask is still stuffy."


 * Despite the stench, which she politely refrains from mentioning, the open air brings a smile to her face.