User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, 2020/@comment-7345250-20191129051749

Golden Age: "No, I mean... Parlys the Pale."


 * She says the name in a derisive, singsong voice.


 * Tossing her towel aside, the mare rapidly slips into her leotard. The green leggings follow, and finally she styles her harpoon tail.

Goldfin: "Well then. If we're going to Maretropolis... Can you get us to the pier, kid?"


 * She gives Goldenheart an expectant look.