User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-7345250-20150402032812


 * With several hours spent resting up, Golden Age eventually stirs and awakes. For some reason, she suspects that she dreamt about pears. Yuck.


 * She unelegantly rolls out of bed. Her mane, ever unable to hold a definite shape solo, resumes its usual droopiness as she raises her head. Her tail, ever stiff and rudder-like, does not even need any readjustment. Golden levitates her costume out of her closet, turns on the light, and dresses.