User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2016-2017/@comment-24422626-20170502170742


 * Lowering his communicator, Glaive glances over the surrendering auctiongoers—and the pieces of what used to be Specter guards.*

Glaive: Where do the guards come from?

* ''Shimmerspark's aura begins to fade, and the filly allows her horn to fizzle out, looking tired. The tree before Strongheart slows its growth just under his chin, but ripe crimson fruit have already begun to grow under its red-veined leaves.''*

Shimmerspark: *sigh* ...That is the thing. I think ponies are like Bleeding Apples because you cannot know their nature at birth—do they even have one? We are influenced by the ponies we meet, the circumstances we face, and the troubles we overcome.

* She picks one apple and proffers it to Strongheart.*

Shimmerspark: ...That does not mean we don't carve our own path. Bleeding Apples grow thorny in the desert and lush in the fields. Ponies, well... I have seen monsters in heaven and heroes in hell.

Nettledew: Nothing. Simply, these acquired capabilities and physical changes may be impossible to reverse.