User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2016-2017/@comment-24422626-20170321063944


 * Revenant twists and jabs at Kick's wounded wing, loosening her grip enough to just slip away. Recovering quickly to his hooves, he leaps for the sky.*

* ''Glaive's heart falls a little. Yes, the feather is clearly not a phoenix's, but that's because it is clearly a griffon's. He ruffles his own wing a bit.''*

Glaive: What do you mean?

Nettledew: Splendid. Hollow Shades is known for its cookies baked in trees, you know.

* ''It's a beautiful midday in Hollow Shades—perfect for Strongheart's walk. The path before him is softly illuminated by sunlight filtering through the dense canopy, assisted by the usual warm balls of magic.''

* ''Strongheart's time here has changed his chaotic surroundings into something entirely but welcomely foreign. Most noticeable is the calm. Here there is no motor traffic, no bustling crowd, no city smog; though a number of locals trot the cobblestone streets, their hoofsteps and friendly conversations float but softly under sounds of bridged streams and birdsong, disappearing without direction or trace into the wooded thick beyond Hollow Shades' ever-open gates.''

* ''Additionally, Strongheart's efforts against the clawback threat have gotten him off to a good start in the community. Besides the now-lone sentry at the gate, several townsponies greet him along his way.''*