User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2016/@comment-7345250-20160326182112


 * Goldfin watches the mare leave. Now, at last, she is alone and with some time to kill. She can stop reacting to her surroundings, settle down, and finally figure out where she fits into the grand scheme of things.


 * She flops down upon the bed.


 * Let's see... Captain Orbit? Ugh. She does not even like saying his name in her head, no matter how much venom she puts into it. That stallion... No, that ungrateful colt! She risked her life in pursuit of a gigantic killer for his sake, and how did he repay her? Indefinite leave! A firm goodbye! He made it very clear that she is no longer welcome in his presence, and after all she has done for him... He no longer deserves her presence either.


 * Decibelle? Oh, that poor, sweet nurse... All heart and no brain. Thankfully, she got out of the way before any great harm came to her... Ugh! Was she, Goldfin, really that desperate? Did she really need the comfort of the sea so badly that she was willing to punish Freeheart for getting in the way?


 * For a rare moment, Goldfin realizes that she has a problem.


 * The Mare Do Well looks back for a moment. She surveys the faces of her company—Inari, Glaive, Coruscantis, Gamora, and a point in space that ought to be Phantomenia. She barely even knows the three ponies, and yet here they are on a death-defying mission up the world's most dangerous mountain.


 * Were the cold not enough, she finds the situation chilling. These ponies are here because it is their duty, and one of them is a total rookie who has never seen combat before.


 * Oh, by the Sun, she is leading an army! This is a small party, but it is everything that every army she has ever led has been—a group of young, rather unfamiliar ponies ready to march off and give their lives for the cause. When was the last time she felt this way? Inkwell's defense of Canterlot? The changeling invasion?  No, those were both on familiar soil. It has been much longer since she last felt this sort of anxiety.

Mare Do Well: "...Ice weather for a hike."