User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2016-2017/@comment-24422626-20161230041025


 * Glaive glides through the gathering crowd, logging everything he sees and hears—from the streets to the rooftops. Without really thinking about it, he scans the wind-tickled harbor waters, memorizes the face and coat color of everypony he brushes against, and glances at their cutie marks. He hasn't seen leopard spots yet, but the large raven preening atop a starting line flagpole brings some comfort.

* ''As does the huge funnel cake in his hoof, tossing clouds of powdered sugar to the breeze with every bite he takes. Glaive takes some comfort in that, too.''*

Nettledew: Oh, you poor thing... Perhaps taking care of Cloudy Sky all by yourself recently must have something to do with it.