User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-7345250-20161107002225

Parlys: "Haha... Yahahahahaha!"


 * The Pale One wipes tears from his eyes, beside himself with amusement.

Princess Cadance: "What's so funny?"

Parlys: "Yahaha!... Oh, alright. I'm in a sour mood, but I'll give you this one out of pity. Can you even imagine how many times I knelt before that throne, hideous though it was? I assure you my magic is quite safe from the power of that mineral. Yours, on the other hoof... Poof!."


 * Cadance frowns, tiring of this discussion. While she admires Shining Armor's efforts, it is still a changeling they are dealing with.

Princess Cadance: "Even so, maybe we wouldn't even be considering such measures if you'd show some remorse. Or a hint of respect."

Parlys: "So you want me to grovel? Is that it? To beg your forgiveness? I might be a little rusty, but if you insist, at least this throne is a skosh prettier than the one in hubby's hoof. Of course, I can't say the same about its owner-"

Princess Cadance: "Excuse me?"

Parlys: "Oh, come now! Queen Chrysalis has reared a dozen broods, and she doesn't look a day older than when she took the crown. Conversely, your singular little miracle has aged you in no small degree."


 * Cadance grits her teeth and glares at the crass changeling with a sense of outrage she has hardly ever known.

Princess Cadance: "Parlys, I have very lenient with you thus far, but I will not accept this kind of cheek from you."

Parlys: "Speaking of the little grub, didn't she have some self-control issues early on? I seem to recall the fruit of thy-"

Princess Cadance: "PARLYS!"

Parlys: "I recall hearing how Flurry Heart nearly doomed the whole city! So, here is what I am trying to say. Ever since days that have long, long been forgotten, I have begged forgiveness from queens on thrones! You know how much I languished in Hive after Hive, accompanied only by tyrants and power-mad drones. Here I am now in a City of Crystal, at last surrounded by beauty, and yet..."


 * He raises his voice with startling vehemence.

Parlys: "It's still the same old thing! I labor night and day in the confines of your archives in the vain hope that the mare I long to save will return to me, but for what? It's hopeless! Do you hear me?! She isn't coming back, and I'm left with nothing but a princess to whom I dare not report that nothing is being achieved here. So when I try to fill that void with another pony, how dare you talk about drugging me over a hiccup no greater than that of your own spawn?!"


 * Cadance gapes at him. She feels... something.