User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2015-2016/@comment-7562999-20160202235511

Hawkwing leaves the jar on the work table and leaves the lab. The memories in the jar pulsate and flicker...The encounter has excited the swirling clouds.

Goldenheart finishes her packing. She hasn't packed much, as she doesn't have much to pack. She sighs and pulls out a small brush. She begins to brush her mane back...She knows this is folly, since she can just shapeshift her hair to any shape she wants, but she prefers to do it this way.