Rest in Peace RP GD. Your dynasty will be long remembered, and your blood carried into a million cadet branches. Your death at the blade of the Fell King will not be forgotten!
“I usually just call it my turbine,” Scotch said as she rubbed her chin thoughtfully, then looked at me, “cause it makes me hum.” It seemed perfectly reasonable to me, but P-21’s mane seemed to twang a little like snapped wires. “What?” she asked, and the poor blue stallion looked so flustered that I decided not to chime in with my own personal nickname.
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