User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, 2020/@comment-27161581-20191129135728

Blue shrugs.

Blue: "Uh.... how are we going to reach her?"

Sandy laughs.

Sandy: "Radio silly. Remember the communicating gadgets? We just find the right frequency."

Blue: "Uh, yeah, you do that. I'll uh do research."

Sandy: "Um... right. Don't think we should involve him, digging through foals tales doesn't seem up his alley. You ever hear of the Great Seedling?"

Blue: "Not much, never read any of the stories, Mum always said I had better things to do when on the sub then sit around. I was supposed to be a stallion and not a foal."

Sandy scratches his chin....

Sandy: "...!"

''The dark floating fortress sits in the air above Horseshoe Bay, no longer lit. It stares ominously down at the city ponies who go about their daily or rather... nightly business. The alleyways seem darker, the skies brighter, and everypony around gives Mare Do Well a wide berth. While downtown is brightly lit, the poorer areas of Maretropolis are abound with darkness as the residents choose to save their oil and candles for as long as they can. Light is now yet another precious commodity for the ponies who can't afford it.''

Glaive and Mare Do Well approach the poorer eastern side near the bays and the docks, where ships offload their goods in large shipping containers under dim lights.