User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-24422626-20141201035944


 * Night has fallen over Canterlot, and Princess Celestia's tomb. The two royal guards posted a distance to either side of the marble structure look somberly over a lone cloaked pony who makes his way across the otherwise empty space in front of the memorial area. The hooded figure approaches the tomb slowly, hardly the first among hundreds who have come to pay their respects to the deceased monarch of the sun. But now, the stranger is the only mourner present. The guards turn their eyes respectfully away before the figure reaches out a strangely metallic hoof, previously hidden, to touch the cold stone surface of Celestia's engraved epitaph. The hooded visitor bows his head, draws out a flower, and lays it down in front of the tomb, on top of many other flowers and tokens left by previous mourners. A single tear falls to the marble in front of the tomb, the last gift and trace left by the stranger before he turns and slowly takes his leave.*