User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-7345250-20150128193828


 * One shower later, Golden Age's mane is droopy and her tail rudder-like again. She walks back into the bar area and returns to her seat.

Gretchen: "Hear y'go."


 * The griffon slides a pasta dish across the counter.

Gretchen: "This is a griffon bar, so it's the best I can offer a vegetarian customer... unless my little fish-pony has added chum to her diet."


 * Golden Age rolls her eyes and grins.

Golden Age: "It'll do, it'll do."


 * Spearmint alights in front of the Crystal Castle and spots the vacant space underneath.

Spearmint: "That answers that..."