User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2017/@comment-24422626-20171023035635


 * Glaive's ears flatten. His cheeks go warm, and his spirit sinks.

* Even through all he has seen of Inari—her distant cool on Mt. Everhoof, her vast but silent mansion, her poised invitations to Manehattan, her occasional wistful stories—he could never have guessed at this.*

I... I'm sorry. I'm... so... sorry.