User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2017-2018/@comment-24422626-20180508050616


 * Glaive skids to a halt in his path, prepared for an instant to meet an ambush with weapon drawn. He takes a chilled breath and nods to the kitsune.*

Glaive: ...How did it go at the prince's?

* ''Thus, as Goldenheart's potionmaking skills would have it, Shadefire wakes without consequence. She rubs at her eyes for a moment, regaining her bearings, before saluting and donning her helmet once more.''*

Shadefire: All good. Was I out long?

Vesper: Most Pegasi don't walk on the spiderlike bones of their wings, Levi. But I think you know that.