Last comment from part 32:
Mistcloud-
"Bears sleep during the winter, so that's one less threat." said Mistcloud, after listing to the others state their arguments, "And wile I think we can all agree we should honor our fallen steeds, we have far to many bodies lying around this valley. I think it may be our best course of action to berry as many steeds as possible as best we can, then leave a detail of a few steeds to guard them. During the winter, if wolves carry a few away, then so be it. They can't take that many away anyways. Also, I may not be an expert on the decomposition process, but I do know that at least wile the ground is frozen it wont take in any nurturance, so it will most likely be well into next years summer before we see any change."
(I just made part 34: https://www.theguardianherd.com/messageboard/herd-chat/alternative-ending-rp-part-34 )
( Lol. Yeah, Stormglade is mixed up XD> No offence though! He IS your character so I didn't mean to offend..... )
Canyongold-
She smiled and held out her opposite wing, gently taking his wing in hers and said, "Yes! I'm Canyongold." She smiled at him and shook his wing very hard and very fast, like those terribly over excited and enthusiastic people who shake important people's hands. When she saw his grimace, she stopped and pulled her wing back, smiling shyly. "Sorry..." she whispered, clearing her throat. "I- um..... I get a little, weensy, eensy bit over-excited," she said, shrugging her wing.
Stormglade:
Her care-free and bubbly attitude made his smile grow wider. He answered her question, "Uh, no. Not usually. And wait, seriosuly? I do?" He asked, going cross-eyed trying to see himself smiling, which sent Canyongold into a fit of giggles. Stormglade, feeling his heart brighten, allowed a small chuckle to escape his lips. It was more of a snort or a nicker, but you could tell he was happy by showing it in his own way. His smile slowly faded and he became distant, like he was thinking about something. He hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Canyongold. He slowly and cautiously out-stretched his wing to her, just like she did to him when they first met. "Wanna..." he cleared his throat and hesitated for another minute before continuing. "...Start over? ...I'm Stormglade." He said, grimacing slightly, fearful at being rejected.
(I like how Stormglade's scared of being rejected by her....but like 10 minutes ago he mercilessly rejected her lol)
Canyongold-
She gaped at him, smiling along with him. “Hooray!” She said prancing around. She looked back at him, smiling gentler now. She puffed her chest out. “That’s right. I do care! That’s why I came back,” she said, smiling. Then she asked him a question. “Do you smile very often? Cause you look good smiling!” She said, noticing how much more handsome and welcoming he looked with even the smallest smile.
( Oof good luck XD )
(gtg do homework sorryyy)
Stormglade:
He was too lost in thought to have heard the light sound of her hooves as she touched down. But, her voice carried to his ears and he paused. He opened his eyes, for they were closed. He looked down slowly, praying that Canyongold was next to him, hoping that it wasn't just his mind playing tricks. But, there she was! She'd came back! Stormglade exhaled gently. '"No. It wasn't you. If anything it was me...I'm so caught up in pushing pegasi away that I push away the pegasi who actually care." He said, wiping his tears with his wing.
Stormglade thought he would be more mad about letting Canyongold see him cry, but he wasn't as bothered by it as he should, which freaked him out a little. He glanced down at her and felt something spread over his lips.A smile? Yes, it was a smile. It was faint and not as charming as the other colts' but it was still a smile.
(Lol)
Canyongold-
How could she be so stupid? How could she let herself show weakness? How? Anger bloomed gently through her chest, curling its way around her heart and squeezing. She had actually thought she could have a friend where she wasn’t looked at strangely because of her abundant kindness and rejection towards war. That’s why it seemed almost familiar, this anger and sadness at herself. She had felt when she’d first killed a pegasus, blood splattering on half of her face. She had thought it her own blood and had screamed, flying away, too sad to do anything.
This time it was different, more there. She glared back at him, but was surprised to see him standing, stiff and shaking ever so softly. Originally, she thought him to be laughing, but when she saw the clear little bulbs falling down his cheeks, she slowed to a stop. He was crying. She was in such shock she didn’t exactly remember turning around and flying slowly back to where he stood, still crying. She landed behind him and walked forward gently, coming up beside him. She didn’t know what was wrong, but she felt pity and sadness all the same. She shifted on her feet, feeling awkward and asha