User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2017-2018/@comment-7345250-20180122090041

Golden Age: "What?"


 * She has a creeping sense of understanding before she even checks. Did Darts not remove the collar? She feels around her neck. All the more reason to consult Research then.


 * Force Filly scrunches her nose as a noodle tickles her face. She shoves it away and then launches herself over the beast to pass by the others.

Force Filly: "I'm thinking we ought to push it somewhere else!"


 * She angles around the creature to do just that, trying to grapple with the beast from one side.


 * Spearmint curls a coldly amused grin.

Mr. Spearmint: "I'm sure it was. I take it, then, Count Canter knows how to get his money's worth."


 * Lesson one, Hawkwing: one always catches more flies with honey than with vinegar, but like all things, they are only good in moderation—sometimes only a drop or two.


 * Phantomenia may be surprised to see the attack comes not from a pony's hoof but from a long pink tongue. Its origin is unclear at first in this poorly lit mail car, but the tongue seems to retract into a reptilian head camouflaged against the racks of scrolls. Her assailant is apparently a chameleon the size of a large cat.