User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2017-2018/@comment-24422626-20180505022602

Glaive: Of course not, Mr. Wing. We were never here.

* With a cool nod, Glaive turns to follow Neighland back into the storm.*

* The Butler rinses his hooves and pats a towel, taking a rare sip of orange juice for himself.*

Butler: Well, Madam Force Filly, I'm actually inclined to agree. Even the most hardened superponies need their fresh air time, and it's devilish work trying to protect a world you don't know.

* Goldenheart's companion nods her head.*

Shadefire: Very well. Let's do it quickly.

* The royal guard seats herself by a desk and waits for some magic to happen.*

Vesper: A pleasure to meet you, Ruby. Ah...

* The audacity to ask about the filly's long bony wings seems to escape Levi's boss at this moment.*