User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-5837525-20150503064455

(Orbit felt a twinge of guilt. For all of Serra's wonder over seeing Equestria, he couldn't help but feel like he was inadvertently making her ashamed of her own homeland.)

Orbit: Well... even in the most drab of environments, one can find beauty, you know?

Blackthorn: (There must be something I can... Huh?)

(Glancing upward, Blackthorn spies a spot of green on the highest reaching walls that the sun shone upon through the broken ceiling.)

Blackthorn: (Moss!)

(Taking several bountiful leaps up the bookshelves, Blackthorn climbs toward the moss growing on the walls and splashes it with his water. Within moments, it grows into a dense blanket of green that covers the behemoth like flypaper.)