User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, 2020/@comment-7345250-20191127232703


 * Slightly miffed at the sofa's total occupation, a seafoam-white unicorn mare is busy filing her hooves in a nearby lounge chair. Cross-legged, she absentmindedly moves the file with her magic aura.


 * It is terribly difficult for a master of aquatic beasts to fight crime without a healthy assemblage of aquatic beasts. But how can she cure their ailment? Could Folderol be of any help? No, maybe she should just wing it...


 * The knock at the door prompts Golden Age to pause her self-maintenance. She sets the file down and adjusts her towel wrap on her head, proceeding to the peep hole to see who dares disturb her sanctum. Recognizing some faces, she swings the door open at once.

Golden Age: "It's you!... What took you so long?"

She expects he will learn plenty about their "benefactor."''