User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-7345250-20151112033034


 * The dragon lords fall silent, but they clearly remain amused. The Ice Dragon snickers audibly. Flashfire takes a moment to simmer down.

Flashfire: "Okay. You hate me. I get the picture. Now, if you can just-"

Ice Dragon: "Hate's an understatement."

Forest Dragon: "I think we're all in agreement there."

Flashfire: "Whatever! We have an actual problem on our claws!"

Earth Dragon: "Not much of a heavyweight after all, eh?"

Storm Dragon: "Feeling swamped?"

Fire Dragon: "Can't handle the heat?"

Forest Dragon: "It must be such a harsh life."

Ice Dragon: "Maybe you just need to chill."


 * Flashfire buries her head in her hands. This is starting to seem hopeless.

Flashfire: "I don't have time for this! There's a force of war, disease, famine, and death that's about to wipe out all life in Equestria!"

Forest Dragon: "..."

Fire Dragon: "You could have started with that, you know."

Doctor Banner: "When it's healed. Unless you plan to stay in Dodge, you better find yourself a professional wherever you're from."


 * He sets down the reddened hanky.


 * The two gatekeepers of Thicket yawn. It's almost the end of their shift.

Deer 1: "So, how's things with you and Juniper?"

Deer 2: "You asked me that an hour ago."

Deer 1: "You didn't answer, so..."


 * A long pause falls over the post. A choir of crickets fills the silence.

Deer 1: "Heesh... Sorry I asked."

Deer 2: "Don't be. It's just-"


 * A graceful, pure-white figure emerges from the woods before the gatekeepers.

Deer 1: "Your Majesty!"


 * The two guards bow their heads.

King Aspen: "Spare me the formalities, my good deer. It's been a long journey back to Everfree, and I wish to retire right away."

Deer 1: "Good for you, sir! Prince Bramble will be elated to see you've returned!"

King Aspen: "I should hope so, but I would not blame him for feeling otherwise."

Deer 1: "You're too hard on yourself, sir. I'm sure he will understand."


 * Aspen lowers his horns, growing severe.

King Aspen: "I appreciate the sentiment. But tell me: how has Blackthorn been coping?"

Deer 1: "Blackthorn? He's doing alright, I think.... but he, uh..."

Deer 2: "We heard he had another chat with the Power Ponies, sir. I don't know the details, but one of them was let in somehow."


 * Aspen narrows his eyes.

King Aspen: "I see. Thank you both. I will pass now."


 * The deer bow again and open the gates for the changeling traitor.