User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2017-2018/@comment-24422626-20180321024029

Glaive: Yes, princess, we discussed as much as we could given the haste. I didn't know how we'd be able to come. Excuse me...

* With an apologetic nod, Glaive rises to his hooves and turns to see to his communicator.*

[click]

Glaive: "Goldenheart, I'm in the princesses' throne room in Canterlot. Come quickly."

* ''Luna, meanwhile, seems more indignant at the other visitor's brusque manner. She steps toward Dances In Dust.''*

Princess Luna: Greetings, buffalo. Let us both hope we can count on your honest knowledge in the hour ahead, for you stand on the spot your master hates most.

* Upon finding his bearings and stabilizing Sylvia, Alfredo glances suspiciously at the logs.*

Butler: ...I loathe to be "that chap," but it seems highly improbable that Master Orbit would have requested our return so suddenly and without warning. The order did not even go through me.

* Vesper holds up a hoof.*

Vesper: "Sent"? You mean to say that you were transported out of the cave entirely?