User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2016/@comment-27161581-20160602025810

''Clear See happily twirls again, and the cloak grows a small set of tendrils, one of which reaches out to shake Goldfin's hoof. Sandy sighs, and dials Blue's number, making a note to get a humidifier if they are going to be here for a while.''