User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2017-2018/@comment-7345250-20180204031532

Golden Age: "You see, shores in close proximity to zones of persistent downwelling turn out rather barren of nutrients. So the larva that arrive there seldom survive."


 * She continues to write.


 * You're Research. Can't you hack it or something? Take control?


 * The dragon heroine brainstorms for an idea. She has one. She does not like it, but she has one. Which is better than zero.


 * By Torch's trousers...

Flashfire: "Alright. Follow my lead. You'll be taking D.L."


 * She springs forth dramatically into the throng of vampony dancers. It is hard to ignore her as she suddenly lands in the path of Nindar's orbit.


 * The dragon draws herself up with a sniff and thrusts her hand out towards Nindar.

Flashfire: "May I have this dance?"

Mr. Spearmint: "How very generous of... him..."


 * His voice trails off as he spots Flashfire leaping over a number of vamponies, any one of whom could be important in theory. He spends a moment shaking off his incredulity.

Mr. Spearmint: "Ahem. Well then, it has been nice speaking with you. I'll let you return to the party now."