User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-7345250-20150408230118

Remember what I said before? About the surviving remnants of a remote period in time, when consciousness arose in forms long since withdrawn before the tide of ponykind, forms of which only poetry and legend have caught a fleeting memory, calling them mythical beings of all sorts and kinds?


 * Goldfin adopts a wide-eyed grin not unlike that of a mad mare.