User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-7345250-20150216024508

Golden Age: "I wish I did."


 * Golden magically swipes the glass from Gretchen and takes a quick sip of the gin. She gags and coughs it back into the glass.

Golden Age: "Ungh..."

Rosebud: "If you must know why..."


 * The scene in the crystal ball goes black and white.


 * A tiny changeling foal with a crooked horn and a matted teal mane sits in a cradle, sleeping soundly and peacefully... until a diabolically grinning figure pokes its head around a corner farther down the hall.


 * The sorcerer's horn glows, and the young Chrysalis shoots out of the cradle and collides with the ceiling. She squeaks and then goes silent. The sorcerer then slips back into his room while the bewildered guards check on the cradle.