User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-7345250-20160911042819

Golden Age: "Lead her on?! In what way am I leading her on? Have I been tucking her in at night and packing her brown-bag lunches? I don't even know her birthday."


 * She looks out the window and sneers.

Golden Age: "And this? What you see now? She fell asleep this way. Unless you'd like me to shove her into the deep end, I have no power here."


 * The changeling major turns and hisses. A cascade of winged blackness pour down upon Goldenheart's location, fangs slashing in no shortage.