User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-24422626-20150402214027


 * After a moment, Butler kicks the ball over Omni's head. It rolls out the door and down the hallway.*

* ''As Glaive moves closer to the dumpster, another foal tumbles out and clutches her head briefly, shoving her blue shock of a mane out of her face. Her coat is a very light gray, though it is matted and smudged over. A mix of fear and pain is betrayed in her eyes—eyes whose piercing violet shade Glaive recognizes as his own eye color. The unicorn filly looks older than Spritzy Sprig, but not by much—it's obvious that she's still school-age. Eleven, maybe? Twelve?''

* ''Upon catching sight of Glaive, the filly gasps and scrambles to her hooves. She turns and tries to run, but all she meets is the cold metal dumpster and a dead end. Turning back to her approacher, she tries for a final dash toward freedom, but her clumsy canter ends once again with her running into Glaive's chest. The filly backs up and whimpers.''*

Filly: N-no! Go away!

Glaive: Relax, filly. I don't want to hurt you.

Filly: Leave me alone!

Glaive: It's fine, it's all right... I just want to talk.