User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2016/@comment-27161581-20160403130655

????: "It would seem that way."

''Ever so slowly, the scenery begins to change. The spotlights swivel and crisscross over the terrain in front of them. The ship begins to rise, heading off towards a shallower part of the ocean, passing over deep sea vents, and the life surrounding them. Grasses of giant tube worms and a small colony of blind crabs.''

''The mystery mare watches Goldfin's expression with interest. She lowers her voice.''

???? (quietly): "If you want, I'm sure a bed can be moved down to the Navigator's chambers. Her window is the largest, outside of the ones on the observation decks, funny, no?"

''Inari continues to monitor the yak's perception of her, or the lack thereof. It occurs to her, that she probably should have taken the carpet as well, and made that one pony walk. She carefully closes the distance, looking for any of these large jaw traps they used last time. Interrogate the officer, oh she will do so much more than that. She will ferret out all of his deepest darkest secrets, and leave him wishing he never left that primitive village called Yakyakistan. Her hackles rise as she walks, her anger growing, anger at herself for failure, anger at these stupid, smelly creatures for standing in her way and anger at Rat Trap for not leaving.''

''Phantomenia warily feels her ride bob beneath her, Inari's intensity, a little disturbing. She projects some happy feelings of what she hopes to do after this is all over, down onto the many tailed fox, hoping that they will be enough to stop her from doing anything...horrifying.''