User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2017/@comment-7562999-20170811221422

The bedraggled pony in front of Goldenheart looks on the verge of tears. "Come on, Goldie...I'm your father."

Goldenheart's voice is cold, cruel, and painful to hear. "In that regard, you are quite wrong."

The once great Obscure Acolyte looks at his daughter in disbelief and dismay. "I'm the reason you exist in the first place! Don't I get some thanks for that!?"

Goldenheart: "Why would I thank you for such a miserable excuse for a life? What do I have to thank you for? Stealing my childhood from me because of your carelessness?"

The blue pony glares at his daughter and exhales sharply. "That is not the point...listen...the magic your using isn't good for you. Only bad can come of the way you bend the laws of reality and magic itself. You are being careless."

GH: "You hardly have room to talk. Besides, I am the most talented mage born in the last millennia. Nothing I do could go that sour."

OA: "Proud...too proud. Like your mother. You see what it did to her. It destroyed her in the end, consumed with her own dark thoughts, a shadow of her former self."

Goldenheart snorts. "She deserved it."

Acolyte shakes his head. "No, no one deserves that. You're overreaching, Goldenheart. Eventually, it'll all catch up to you."

GH: "Not bloody likely...now get the fuck out of my head."

The room goes dark and GH dreams no more.

Sapphire does look quite anxious after what Nettle just said. "That sounds like a worst case scenario..."