User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-24422626-20161018053652


 * Without a moment more of hesitation, Glaive bounds out through the window and splays his wings to catch the culprit.*

* Nettledew slowly shakes her head and looks to Strongheart.*

Discord: But... Malodor. I mean—... Aroma.

* He turns to the strange mare and rubs his chin, at a loss for what to do.*

Discord: ...How do you feel about it, hm? There's nothing quite like finding a subtle self-purpose in the digging of a few ruts and the scattering of a few seeds.