User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2016-2017/@comment-7562999-20170506024801

Goldenheart pausing her spree of lock smashing to walk into one of the cells of a petrified mare. She sits down next to her and speaks in a voice that is soft and soothing, but underneath, it sounds splintered. Pain masked by comfort. "You have to get up. The pain is over for you. Please."

Goldenheart's eyes, rather than being piercing seem dull, like tarnished metal. She tries for a comforting smile, but can't force it out.