[mindfreak essentially told me Blaze's day was done]

Moving On-Next Day

Fox Trot- Town Gate-7:50 am


It was nice cold morning, the rain shower from the day before finally having had gone settled down during the night. The air smelled of ozone, nice wet dirty dirt. There were still some clouds providing a thick cloud cover, washing the town in a shade of gray.

A certain mocha stallion with a minor headache stood at the town gate, casually nodding at the new gate guards that were dispatched earlier that night. He adorned himself in his usual dapper wear, but also sported a coat as it was chilly out. He waited for the others, particularly Grills. Also, he had very little memory of a certain letter he wrote to a certain mare.