User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2016/@comment-24422626-20160416051204

Glaive: Hh... nngh... Likewise.

* And then Glaive gets a closer look at those wings, that horn, the bright magenta eyes; the Mare Do Well's white patches of coat, and her flowing dawn mane.

* Glaive jaw drops to his chest, his eyebrows rise under his frosty mane, and he hastily dips his head in some sort of prostrated hover.*

P-prin—... '''Princess? '''