User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2016/@comment-7345250-20160610024405


 * Goldfin heads to the window and stares out upon the cityscape: Manehattan.


 * She has been here before. Many times actually. But those were in the days when that pony named Golden Age was an innocent ninny parading herself up and down the runway so other ponies could face Prim Hemline's judgment.


 * Now? She is here on her own terms. She is the one doing the judging. At least until there is enough evidence for an actual judge to take over.


 * Yes, here she is at the roof of the city and looking down. She scares herself.


 * Meanwhile, back in Canterlot...


 * A certain 'Agent White' is hanging about in the remotest part of the gardens. If only that commotion over yonder were to disappear. Were this garden peaceful, it just might be... picture-perfect.


 * Another white pony takes a seat next to the agent.

Prince Blueblood: "If you'll recall, we had a wager."

Parlys: "Hm?"


 * Now, who is this hunk? There's a guise to steal and save for a rainy day.

Prince Blueblood: "In order to amuse myself on this otherwise dull evening while my aunt entertains the peasantfolk, I accepted your challenge: I would learn your full name, agent."

Parlys: "Oh, so I'm not the only one who finds these festivities horribly drab? Well-well, I agree. Ponies like you and the princesses belong on a pedestal, far removed from the scum of the earth."

Prince Blueblood: "Indeed, but concerning your name-"

Parlys: "No-no-no, my strapping stallion. Enough about me. Let's hear more about you!"


 * And thus a staunch and beautiful friendship began.