User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-24422626-20160927172047


 * Kick winces slightly, but only from her burn. Lucid doesn't turn around.*

Kick: Right. Sorry.

* She slides off the table, thanks Research, and shows herself out with Lucid in tow.*

Glaive: If you say so. Maybe I eat too much when I'm healing.

* He finishes his salad and gathers the plates.*

* ''The mage with whom Shimmerspark is apprenticing lives right next door, in a larger shop. Runed hats, a rack of odd crystal-headed staffs, and a case of amulets and charms greet the visitors. A gallery of many-colored potions lines one wall, and ceiling-high bookcases creaking with tomes crowd the other. A towering suit of plate armor and a worn stand of weapons flank the stairs to an additional loft; a robed figure descends, the sound of its hoofsteps almost imperceptible.''

* ''The unicorn mare who thus greets Strongheart's trio is nearly as tall as Goldfin, and her hidden legs bolster this effect. She looks to be around Strongheart's age; her beautiful cream features have softened only slightly under a mint mane, and her knowing eyes, though amber, almost seem to change color like the facets of a kaleidoscope—blue, green, violet. She nods politely to all three ponies before her.''*

???: Honor, Shimmerspark. Sir. To what do I owe the pleasure?

* A green aura gently ruffles Shimmerspark's mane.*

Honor: Nettledew, this is Strongheart. Strongheart, Nettledew.

Nettledew: Enchanté.