User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2017/@comment-24422626-20170828005640


 * The Butler turns back to his noble work.*

Butler: If you could pass that bowl of parsley, I would much appreciate it... You will eat nothing, Miss Sylvia? May I at least blend you a smoothie?

* Strongheart sees nothing but walls of shadow and stone.

* The filly's voice takes on a curious lilt.*

Shimmerspark:  Oh... but Daddy beat little Shimmy, didn't he? Didn't he beat you too, Strongheart? Or was that your odder little brother...

???: ...Heh, I don't quite remember. But the Acolyte was a pretty rotten dad himself, by the by.

* Now it's a whisper in Strongheart's ear, though nopony's there at his side.*

???:  Where is brother dear, dear? You know, I originally wanted to talk with him...