User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-7345250-20150326203327


 * Golden shrugs.

I don't have anywhere in mind. I hardly know where anything is around here.

Parlys: "Bother. If you insist..."


 * Parlys waves his hoof over the crystal ball once more. In the orb appears a strange, floral scene. A pair of massive doors opens, and a figure, clearly Parlys himself, emerges from what appears to be the castle of Queen Chrysalis, only situated in a flower meadow instead of a wasteland. About him, in neat ranks, is a multitude of lean, peculiar-looking ponies with perforated legs and without cutie marks. They prostrate themselves in unison.

Parlys: "Now, does these prospects really appall you so?"

Rainbow Dash: "So... are those ponies or changelings?"

Parlys: "Oh, they are ponies... but of a new, immaculate race. This is the next stage in the evolution of ponykind!"