User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-5837525-20161016020355

Orbit: Don't mind if I do...

(As Orbit follows Flashfire down the sidewalk, his eyes take in everything the street he's on has to offer. The JLE captain had heard news stories of the city's tense relationship with its local dragon population, but by all accounts, everyone seemed very happy. The air was crisper than that of Maretropolis', and the sky almost seemed bluer -- a standard of excellence he inwardly hoped his own home would someday meet.)

(Decibelle hangs up the phone as well and immediately takes out her comm.)

[click]

Decibelle: This is Decibelle, calling Goldenheart. Come in, Goldenheart.

Shining Armor: It left the city walls... toward the mountains?

(Shining Armor ponders for a moment. Whatever it was he and his guards were pursuing seems to be long gone now. And he wasn't dressed to be chasing ghosts through the Arctic North. About-facing, he whistles to his guards, and they appear before him in mere seconds.)

Shining Armor: There's nothing for us to find here, stallions. I'm returning to the palace. You three patrol the area for a little while in case whatever caused... this... comes back. If nothing turns up in a couple of hours, return to your posts and resume your usual rounds.

Guards: Yes, your Majesty!

(As he starts back toward the palace, Shining Armor wonders again what the Crystal Ponies truly saw. As much as he didn't want to, he would have to consult a certain changeling.)