Post by joxis on Aug 3, 2016 21:05:58 GMT
"And here you can see the oldest cloud of Cloudsdale."
The crowd of Earth ponies and unicorns was in awe and snapped a couple of pictures. Then the tourist guide gave a thousand details and anecdotes about the much-touted cloud. Whenever he lowered his voice to highlight the fact that he had finished a sentence, the crowd would nod. Whenever he made a joke or something that wasn't factual enough and thus could only have been a joke, the crowd laughed.
And then there was Baldoire. Baldoire had paid his ticket like everyone else ( albeit a bit pricier considering the weight he carried on his shoulders. Literally. Everyone was specifially advised to travel lightly and he just had to attach two gigantic empty treasure chests to his flanks.) and had been quick to leave the group to explore Cloudsdale. After all, it was the first time that Earth ponies and unicorns could spend some time in the heart of Cloudsdale instead of circling its outskirts through various flying contraptions. According to the leaflet which made Baldoire discover the event in the first place, a low level spell that allowed non pegasi to walk on clouds had been democratized after it ended up being quite helpful during some racing event of some sort. There probably was some riveting history behind this, but right now Baldoire was too busy asking everypony he could find about their customs and traditional costumes, filling his chests with free stuff that the old folk had gone through all the trouble in the world to try to give their grandchildren that went to work in Manhettan or the Weather Factory and rarely ever come back to visit.
Eventually, the group was completely out of his sight. That wasn't that big a problem, since it had been decided that everypony would meet at 8pm at the Prototype of Lifting for Earthlings down Below ( PLEB for short ), a station built and sponsorised by the very same group that organised the tour ( probably some dirty debauched lobby in Manehattan ) to allow for transportation of the earthbound before casting the cloudwalking spell.
Speaking of what probably goes through Baldoire's mind, he was done asking some local about their collection of clouds and cloud related accessories when he noticed a familiar figure in the distance. "By Toutatis ! Would that not be someone from the tour that also got bored out of this world by this Morpheus of a tour guide ?" As he spoke ( aloud. Very loudly in fact. ), he headed towards the acquaintance of his.
The crowd of Earth ponies and unicorns was in awe and snapped a couple of pictures. Then the tourist guide gave a thousand details and anecdotes about the much-touted cloud. Whenever he lowered his voice to highlight the fact that he had finished a sentence, the crowd would nod. Whenever he made a joke or something that wasn't factual enough and thus could only have been a joke, the crowd laughed.
And then there was Baldoire. Baldoire had paid his ticket like everyone else ( albeit a bit pricier considering the weight he carried on his shoulders. Literally. Everyone was specifially advised to travel lightly and he just had to attach two gigantic empty treasure chests to his flanks.) and had been quick to leave the group to explore Cloudsdale. After all, it was the first time that Earth ponies and unicorns could spend some time in the heart of Cloudsdale instead of circling its outskirts through various flying contraptions. According to the leaflet which made Baldoire discover the event in the first place, a low level spell that allowed non pegasi to walk on clouds had been democratized after it ended up being quite helpful during some racing event of some sort. There probably was some riveting history behind this, but right now Baldoire was too busy asking everypony he could find about their customs and traditional costumes, filling his chests with free stuff that the old folk had gone through all the trouble in the world to try to give their grandchildren that went to work in Manhettan or the Weather Factory and rarely ever come back to visit.
Eventually, the group was completely out of his sight. That wasn't that big a problem, since it had been decided that everypony would meet at 8pm at the Prototype of Lifting for Earthlings down Below ( PLEB for short ), a station built and sponsorised by the very same group that organised the tour ( probably some dirty debauched lobby in Manehattan ) to allow for transportation of the earthbound before casting the cloudwalking spell.
Speaking of what probably goes through Baldoire's mind, he was done asking some local about their collection of clouds and cloud related accessories when he noticed a familiar figure in the distance. "By Toutatis ! Would that not be someone from the tour that also got bored out of this world by this Morpheus of a tour guide ?" As he spoke ( aloud. Very loudly in fact. ), he headed towards the acquaintance of his.