Post by Deleted on May 19, 2017 23:57:32 GMT
A lone cloud slowly hovered by the morning sun. "Ugh. i spend too many mornings outside." Sounded an irritated voice from the cloud. He stretched and popped his lil' wee joints. This cloud was large and unique in it's colouration. it had a warning sign stuck to it on both sides too.. Interestingly enough, it was as much cloud as it was a transport. The warning signs on the side noted 'Pegasus and sensitive equipment on board. DO NOT BUST THIS CLOUD.' in noticeable black on yellow text.
Cloud Drop was moving his research stuff from Dream Gaze's place back to Cloudsdale, to attend another two weeks of weather academy. He had left later than usual, as it was already Monday, and he was going to be late for class. He had already read the course material and finished his homework, so a care in the world, he did not have. As per usual, he traveled on a faded purple-gray cloud, created from his own chemical concoctions. Said cloud just visually oozed in magic as it shone in the morning sun and even seemed to leave behind a wispy trail. Cloud Drop looked ahead, noticing it was moving towards Cloudsdale at a decent pace. "good..." he murmured to himself. He figured he was fine, but before he knew it, his eyes were closed and his consciousness had taken it's leave.
A Café, pleasantly located by a Cloudsdale street, would soon have the odd anomaly, as a cloud would... 'pleasantly perch against it's side' (read: float into the side of the café and create a slight ruckus for a second as some sensitive materials inside it were jostled around) against the café. it then stopped and didn't seem to move much more. It kind of just floated by the café's side, as if having stuck itself and not intending to let go quite yet.
The scent of a well-roasted bean, of sweet mixtures, of scents more pleasing than the chemicals at the laboratory pervaded the sleeping pegasus' nose. Honestly though, he wasn't a large fan. He shuffled somewhat in his sleep, before accidentally pushing himself off the oddly coloured cloud. He fell down, shamefully enough, not waking up yet. After landing facefirst in the cloudy ground of Cloudsdale, his little body sticking out of the cloudground, he was still...
for just a full second, before twitching and Getting on all fours, pulling his head out of the ground. He exhaled in slight irritation. "Dozed off... what a strong scent to wake up too.." he complained as he woke up in front of a café, slowly rubbing his eyes, still not used to the light of the surroundings.
Cloud Drop was moving his research stuff from Dream Gaze's place back to Cloudsdale, to attend another two weeks of weather academy. He had left later than usual, as it was already Monday, and he was going to be late for class. He had already read the course material and finished his homework, so a care in the world, he did not have. As per usual, he traveled on a faded purple-gray cloud, created from his own chemical concoctions. Said cloud just visually oozed in magic as it shone in the morning sun and even seemed to leave behind a wispy trail. Cloud Drop looked ahead, noticing it was moving towards Cloudsdale at a decent pace. "good..." he murmured to himself. He figured he was fine, but before he knew it, his eyes were closed and his consciousness had taken it's leave.
A Café, pleasantly located by a Cloudsdale street, would soon have the odd anomaly, as a cloud would... 'pleasantly perch against it's side' (read: float into the side of the café and create a slight ruckus for a second as some sensitive materials inside it were jostled around) against the café. it then stopped and didn't seem to move much more. It kind of just floated by the café's side, as if having stuck itself and not intending to let go quite yet.
The scent of a well-roasted bean, of sweet mixtures, of scents more pleasing than the chemicals at the laboratory pervaded the sleeping pegasus' nose. Honestly though, he wasn't a large fan. He shuffled somewhat in his sleep, before accidentally pushing himself off the oddly coloured cloud. He fell down, shamefully enough, not waking up yet. After landing facefirst in the cloudy ground of Cloudsdale, his little body sticking out of the cloudground, he was still...
for just a full second, before twitching and Getting on all fours, pulling his head out of the ground. He exhaled in slight irritation. "Dozed off... what a strong scent to wake up too.." he complained as he woke up in front of a café, slowly rubbing his eyes, still not used to the light of the surroundings.