User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2015-2016/@comment-7562999-20160128154149

Goldenheart finishes another sketch...Inspects it. Rips it off and tears it up. She starts another.

Snowy falls asleep. Nothing seems to be off with her...yet.

Strongheart sighs. He never really was asleep. "Freeheart...Do you have any painkillers?"

Hawkwing makes his way through the front doors of HQ and sighs. His chest is bruised, but other than that he feels fine. He walks towards the infirmary. He enters. "Hey Freeheart. Do you need any assitance?"

A figure dressed in torn linens stalks up to The Lonely Mountain. A dragon bellows from the top of the mountain. The figure doesn't falter as he trudges through the snow. He seems to be searching for something. He growls. "Where is that damn flower? Ah need it."

A tall figure stands behind the mystery pony. The figure laughs in a feminine voice. "Having trouble, Gunslinger?"

Gunslinger: "You know that I am, Eris."

Eris just smirks. "You made me a deal, and I told you were the Western Aster is. What more do you need?"

Gunslinger: "IT ISN'T HERE!"

Eris: "Well, duh, it's winter."

The Gunslinger turns. "Make some grow."

Eris tilts her head. "Hmm, I suppose I could do that. But this deal will be a tandem deal."

GS: "Tandem?"

Eris: "Never mind. I will cause a cold-hardy Aster to sprout through the snow. But you cannot harvest until Goldenheart comes."

The Gunslinger snarls. "Why? Why can't I have it know!?"

Eris: "Because it's not as much fun that way."

The Gunslinger sighs. "Fine."

Eris snaps her talons and a contract appears along with a pen. "Sign on the line."

The Gunslinger does so, and the scroll disappears. Eris cackles. "Oh, you are such a fool."

GS: "What do you mean?"

Eris: "Your mother should have told you to look at the fine print."

She cracks a smile full of malice. "Oh, you will soon see your blunder. You will see."

A whirl of snow kicks up, obscuring the figures from view, causing them to disappear in the storm.