User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2016-2017/@comment-7345250-20170228142713

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Goldfin: "Well, it'd probably spook Spots. Not that I'd expect her to turn back this late in the race, but we have a bigger catch to land."


 * She moves a little farther out from shore, preparing for the final dash to the finish line. Or to the fugitive, depending on how she reacts.

Eroma: "I see."


 * The exotic mare remains standing. She reaches for a scone too, though it appears she does so more to test her shoulder than to enjoy the Butler's baking.

Eroma: "...They aren't all like my maker, are they? The changelings?"