User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2017-2018/@comment-5837525-20171217205439

(With a resigned shrug, Orbit joins Spearmint inside the middle carriage.)

(Decibelle makes a light, almost foalish bounce on the carriage cushions as her flanks make contact.)

Decibelle: Ooh, comfy.

(Peter's smile widens as Sylvia's sudden bashfulness. Within the warmth of her wings, he reaches his hooves up to her face and turns her muzzle toward his, forcing a meeting of the eyes.)

Peter: Sylvia... I...

(Before Peter realized what he was doing, the distance between their muzzles was closing.)