User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2016/@comment-7345250-20160327062312


 * The Mare Do Well's scowl deepens. She could have sworn the rock moved to the side and only after she landed. Could her imagination be running wild? If Glaive felt nothing, then maybe it was her nerves at work.

Mare Do Well: "...Perhaps."


 * She turns and quickens her pace.