User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2018 and Beyond/@comment-24422626-20190426012823


 * With a numb blink, Glaive's eyes drift down to his unscathed chest—and then to his flawlessly reconstructed foreleg. His breath hitches, and his gaze moistens.*

Glaive: "How... h-how did you..?"

Kick: "Bubblegum?"

Lucid: "Donut jelly?"

Strauss: "You've come far from the colt I once took in, Polter. Go. Make me proud."