User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-24422626-20150403044027


 * Eventually, Butler bows.*

Butler: I don't believe so, Madam Goldfin. Your little spring break here might just stretch a bit longer. Now, I'm afraid I must excuse myself. Since our kitchen has been emptied, I have some shopping to do...

* ''The hopeless filly before Glaive falls to her haunches, closes her eyes, and sniffles with a hung head, looking as though she's resigned herself to some imagined fate. She doesn't expect the forehoof that reaches out to rub her shoulder. The hoof's owner is a bit uncertain himself, but something tells him he can't just walk away. In a way, this foal reminds him of him.''*

Glaive: What's your name?

Filly: W-why should I tell you..?

Glaive: I want to help you.

Filly: ...Shimmerspark...

Glaive: That wasn't that hard, was it? You can call me Glaive.

Shimmerspark: ...