User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2017/@comment-7562999-20170826032647

Goldenheart wakes from her bed in the captain's chambers. She sighs as she looks up her curly bangs falling into her eyes. She sighs and puts her glasses on before walking over to the mirror. She looks into her own eyes and a disdainful look is returned. Her mane is a rat's nest and lines of exhaustion run under her eyes...usually magic would nyx both of these problems. However, all Goldenheart can do is pat her mane down and just get on with her day. She checks to make sure the magical suppressor ring she slipped on last night is on tightly enough and trots out of her chambers into the open air.