Scroll Eleven
[Spike's room looks remarkably like a library. A library, mind you, that's been carved into a tree. Branches reach out of the windows of the room, as if the tree itself has grown inside the space. In one corner sits a ridiculously large pile of gemstones. Feel free to explore, for now the little dragon is not home.
Instead, he's dragging a little cart full of gems toward Rarity's room. He knows she loves them for her outfits and, well, he can sacrifice a few gems for his ~lady love~. The fact she doesn't know she's his ~lady love~ yet is besides the point. When he gets to her room, however, it's ominously empty]
Rarity? I'm too late, he FOUND you!
[Unluckily, the journal is open to capture his distress. Good luck calming him down from this one]
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
[[ooc: Open or journal. Feel free to explore his room, too, he'll return there after his freakout]
Instead, he's dragging a little cart full of gems toward Rarity's room. He knows she loves them for her outfits and, well, he can sacrifice a few gems for his ~lady love~. The fact she doesn't know she's his ~lady love~ yet is besides the point. When he gets to her room, however, it's ominously empty]
Rarity? I'm too late, he FOUND you!
[Unluckily, the journal is open to capture his distress. Good luck calming him down from this one]
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
[[ooc: Open or journal. Feel free to explore his room, too, he'll return there after his freakout]