User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2015-2016/@comment-7562999-20160209025035

Goldenheart tightens her cloak. "Alright. Now we walk to the mountain, and hope that the flower is cold hardy."

Snowy sits awkwardly on the edge of the bed in one of the spare bedrooms. Hawkwing stands near the door. "Something you want to talk about...Mom?"

Snowy looks at the ground. "A few things..."

HW: "Go ahead."

Snowy: Well..."