User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-24422626-20150206195816


 * Glaive wanders into the darkened forest, admiring the luminescent glow of the place, as well as the strangely colored flora. There are ground ferns much taller than he is, as well as trees that would be huge in Equestria, but here are only as high as a pony's knee. As Glaive inspects a platter-sized pink-and-orange leaf, he hears a faint sing-song voice echoing through the brush...*

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves~♪

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe~♪

All mimsy were the borogoves~♪

And the mome raths outgrabe~♪