User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2015-2016/@comment-7345250-20151207025056


 * The Mare Do Well semingly ignores Gungnir. She has no interest in talking.


 * Goldfin takes a deep breath. She can hardly believe she is about to say this.

Goldfin: "Parlys, if you are any better than Chrysalis, you'll turn back these vines right now. Equestria is not the changeling kingdom. If there's any hint of a pony in you, you'll realize that and let it be. We're better off with differences that we —and others—can appreciate."

Princess Parlys: "You'd turn down immortality just for... Oh, who am I kidding? I see your point."

Goldfin: "So you'll tame them?"

Princess Parlys: "I'll pull them."


 * The plant matter blanketing Ponyville and Canterlot starts to evaporate. It all turns into a whitish mist and rises into the air, higher and higher, dispersing, never to be seen again.


 * All up and down Equestria, the Purgeseeds sublime. The Crystal Castle briefly looks like a smokestack as Parlys releases the Crysal Empire from his clutches. Appleloosa looks like it's undergoing a uniquely shaped dust storm. Before long, it is all gone, leaving the ponies it captured asleep in the streets.