User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-24422626-20150216052345


 * Fuzzy Wuzzy hovers in place, but does not turn around as he continues to sip his nectar. Discord had told him to keep an eye on this... thing, right? Yes, the butterfly remembers that rather clearly. He just stares back at Parlys, drinking from his flowery stalk with his proboscis-straw and waiting for the griffon to fly forward again.*

* Glaive coughs weakly as he ties a torniquet around his foreleg with his teeth.*

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No, no, please keep talking... D-Deadpone? Deadpone, are you there..?