User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-5837525-20150430020813

Chief: If you say so. You two take care. Thanks again for your help.

(With a nod of the cap, the police chief takes his leave. Four of the five criminals are shoved into police cruisers, and the cruisers drive off.)

Freeheart: Mom! You okay?

Custard: Ohhhh... Room spinning... Whew. I'm o-- *gasp* Freeheart!

Freeheart: Aah!

(Hopping to her hooves, Custard Tart looks at her daughter's wings more closely.)

Custard: Your wings! W-W-What happened to them?! They're like a-a bat pony's wings or something! Is this permanent?!

Freeheart: Uhhh... pretty much?

Custard: Oh, my goodness...! Nimbus, do you see this?! ...Nimbus?

Indigo: He's over there, Mom.

(In the far corner of the room, Nimbus stands with his back turned to his family.)

Indigo: He's been like that for, like, five minutes.

Custard: Sweetie?

(Freeheart approaches and reaches a hoof to his shoulder.)

Freeheart: Daddy?

Nimbus: !!!

(Nimbus suddenly pulls away, turning to his daughter with what appeared to be fear in his eyes.)

Custard: ...Nimbus? Are you okay?

Freeheart: ...Daddy?