Foggy Business (4 people is enough! thank you for joining!)

[Myriad]

Watching a unicorn try to stand on a cloud was definitely amusing, but Myriad had allowed herself to get a little too enthusiastic about the whole situation. If her mother had been here, she would have quashed the rambunctiousness right out of the little foal before it even began. However, the gray filly was now dealing with the consequences of not controlling her own playfulness and now having expended all of her energy. As per usual, it would take a while for her to get back up to speed. Thankfully the chemist pegasus seemed to notice her dilemma and asked if she was alright. Of course with her lungs being in pain, all she could manage to mutter was weak, "Mmmhmm." as she attempted to sugar coat the situation by making it seem like she wasn't as bad off as she really was.

Thankfully, the cloud she was perched on was moved underneath the tree where she could be in the shade. While it was definitely nice and cool here, she was still overheated and struggling a bit to breathe. It was about this time where she started mentally bucking herself for having wandered off so far from her mother and sister and their little picnic. If she was closer, she could be sucking down a juice box right about now, or munching on a cucumber sandwich. Certainly enough time had passed for her mother to have set up the blanket and goodies by now right? Of course, the moment Myriad thought it, she also saw it. She noticed the familiar shape of her mother flying overhead as the curious cloud cover caught yet another passerby's attention. Swooping down, the pegasus mare questioned the unicorn and the pegasus. "Have either of you seen a pale gray pegasus filly trotting around here?" she questioned. Being unable to see her daughter underneath the tree from the air, asking around was her first course of action. Of course she had asked the right ponies as she quickly found her daughter, atop a strange cloud, underneath a tree.

"Good grief child, you almost gave me a heart attack!" Picture Perfect exclaimed as she approached her filly, although she quickly assessed the situation and figured out exactly what was going on. "You met some pony new I see." The pegasus mare stated bluntly as she landed on the cloud to place a hoof on Myriad's forehead to gauge her temperature.

"Yup." was the filly's answer, short and sweet.

"Got over excited?"

"Yup"

"Hurts to breathe?"

"Yup"

"Ready to come back?"

"Nope."

Of course that wasn't the answer Picture Perfect was looking for, so her response came with a raised brow. "What's so important that you can't come have lunch?"

"Clouds. Chemist. Berries. Sweets." was the foal's reply, pausing for a breath after every word as well as pointing a hoof to the cloud, then Cloud Drop, then the berries on the tree, then to Sweet Supreme in turn as she said each individual word. Cryptic though her sentence had been, her mother still got the gist of it.

"You're the one who begged for this picnic. Are you telling me you don't want it anymore?" Picture Perfect asked of her daughter.

"I want a cucumber sandwich." was the foal's quick reply, her breathing gradually getting better as the conversation forced her to breathe normally. "Uhm, please?" she added, trying not to sound too demanding, even though she really was, adding in her trademark puppy dog eyes and quivering lip.

One could tell this was a difficult decision for the over protective mother to make. On the one hoof she wanted to keep Myriad close enough to be able to look after her and make sure she didn't get sick, but on the other she knew the spunky little filly just couldn't sit still to save her life. Eventually she caved and left to go get the sandwich as well as something cold for Myriad to drink to help bring her temperature back down.

[GamingMusic101]

Sweet Supreme tapped her chin as she thought about the pegasus's question. "Hmm....well, there's no secret in picking them in particular, but you should be very careful and gentle." She explained, demonstrating by picking the berry as delicately as possible ad then placing it in the basket. "These berries were around ever since I was a kid. I remember that time when I snuck a bite of one of the berries." Supreme giggled and then stopped when she remembered another time where she got a splinter from bucking a tree.

Then Supreme looked up with realization. "Oh, I didn't catch your names, did I?" She said. "How rude of me. My name's Sweet Supreme." Supreme grinned and tried to fish for their names. It would be a bit awkward if they helped her and never got their names, and then they'd have to call each other 'you' or something. Just then, another pegasus came and trotted towards the little filly, which Supreme assumed was her mother. The mare left a little while later, and Supreme chuckled.

"You know, you remind me of my sister." Supreme finally told the foal. "Maybe you can meet her one day. You're both energetic, playful, easily tired, and...." She hesitated as she realized that if they were to become friends, this filly would have to bare with the fact that her sister got frequently sick. ".....well, her name's Sugar Rush." She sighed and then tried to hide it with a cheerful smile. Her sister was probably sick in bed right now. Hopefully this information didn't make the filly too excited to meet her, if it actually did.

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Cloud Drop nodded as Sweet Supreme told here there was no secret, but she preferred them to be picked carefully. He nodded, and made sure to take his job seriously, as he didn't really view it as relaxing, but rather work to do. Luckily, a delicate touch was definitly one of his skills, as he had to do a lot of careful and gentle moving with pouring in potions with one another. Sweet Supreme decided to introduce herself, and CLoud Drop replied in likewise. "Cloud Drop." he said, straight to the point.

Myriad's mother came flying in, and ended up checking on her child, Cloud Drop took the moment to carefully place the berries he had picked in sweet supreme's basket, When Myriad had pointed him out as chemist, he simply waved a hoof lazily from a cloud. The mother seemed pensive, but listened to Myriad's desires nonetheless. "Well, aren't you a persuasive pony?" he told myriad with a laugh, and then listened to Sweet Supreme as she suggested Myriad to meet Sugar Rush.

"Well, whatever you're hiding, it can't be as difficult as my time in cloudsdale. Didn't know how to make these great little clouds back then." he stated, looking around. "Speaking of, i left the place a little foggier than i should have. Give me a moment." he said, grabbing a flask and shaking it around. He drifted off somewhat from the tree, Opening the strange flask he held. The undesired foggyness seemed to get sucked into the flask, and cloud drop held it out while controlling his cloud around, slowly decreasing the fog. It slowly would change from the slight foggyness, to completely sunny and pleasant, with the only clouds in sight being Cloud Drop's special potion-clouds. The one under Sweet Supreme, the two under himself and Myriad, and his ginormous cloud which peacefully stood still where his makeshift laboratory was. Clearing out all the clouds took a while, but once he was done, he placed three filled flasks by his large 'cloudship' and then hovered back to the filly and the mare. "Alright, all done. Back to plucking!"

[zap4th]

just then Trik teleported onto the cloud cloud drop was on, he grabbed a few berries, tossed half down to the unicorn and ate a few of the others. he then saw the unicorn on the cloud. "how do you make a cloud like that anyway?" trik asked the white Pegasus. " I mean, I've made horseshoes to let me not fall through clouds immedietly without a cloud walking spell" he said lifting his hoof, "but a cloud a unicorn can walk on without a cloud walking spell? that is very interesting." (if you are put off by the "horseshoes that let him stand on clouds I have 2 things to say; 1: they still fall through clouds, just at a slower pace, like falling through jello; and 2: there are non-cloud buildings in cloudsdale meaning that material not made of clouds can stand on them.

[Myriad]

While the foal's breathing slowly steadied, she continued to lay on the cloud as she listened to the others in conversation. Her temperature was still too high, making her head hurt and her vision a bit blurred. Even though she really wanted to help out, she would have to wait until she got her energy back. Thankfully, introductions were well within her limitations. "My name's Myriad, and I have a twin sister named Mosaic, and an older brother named Silver Lining!" she said with veiled enthusiasm. While she was happy to meet the others and talk about her siblings, her voice came through as soft and gentle instead of her usual loud rambunctiousness.

"I would love to meet her!" Myriad responded to the offer to meet Sugar Rush. "Though it's not so much I get tired easily, but sick. Mosaic's the one that gets tired easily. I get fevers and tummy troubles if I'm not careful, which I'm not. Both of us have a hard time breathing sometimes. We've never been to school yet. I mean, we've been to flight camp, but I got sick and had to leave early." she rambled on, waiting on her mother to return with her food and drink.

As she waited, she watched as the other pegasus started clearing up the fog and other clouds, the ones they weren't using to stand on that was. All she could do was gaze upon him, eyes wide in amazement as he scooped them all up into their flasks and returned to picking his berries. Just then, the unicorn who had left earlier just teleported out of nowhere and started asking questions about the clouds while also helping to pick the berries. Myriad just rested her chin on the cloud she was resting on and allowed herself to zone out of what was going on. That was, of course, until her mother returned with a smaller, different basket than what they had originally packed their picnic in. She must have gone home for it, something that was confirmed as she pulled out an ice pack and the familiar package of medicinal herbs.

"Eat this first Honey." Picture Perfect said to her foal as she held the fever reducing herbs up to Myriad's mouth.

Myriad looked at her mother with great, big, tear filled puppy dog eyes. No foal liked taking medicine, it was always too bitter. However, she knew she wouldn't get her cucumber sandwich unless she took it, so she slowly, yet begrudgingly opened her mouth, closed her eyes, and shuddered as she chewed the bitter herbs. She was, however, immediately rewarded with her requested cucumber sandwich, cut in triangles with the crusts removed, a bowl of peeled and quartered carrot sticks, a zucchini bread muffin, and not one, but TWO sugar free juice boxes.

"Now remember to eat slowly Dear," The Pegasus mare said as she placed an ice pack on the foal's head, gave her a quick hug and a peck on the brow above her eye. "We wouldn't want you getting a tummy ache, but just in case I put a bottle of your stomach medicine in the basket for you as well." She finished before flying off back over to Myriad's twin. Normally she would be against just leaving her daughter with strangers, but the group was still within her line of sight, and she could keep an eye on her daughter from a distance now that she knew where she was.

"Thanks Momma." Myriad replied with a squee of joy at all of her tasty treats, eyes dashing back and forth between all of them excitedly trying to figure out where she should start. Eventually she settled on the cucumber sandwich first, since that had been what she had asked for. A few bites into the first quarter of her sandwich and she grabbed a carrot stick, taking a big bite out of it before taking a sip of her first juice box. As a foal who's diet was highly restrictive, Myriad tended to become a bit over zealous when eating. She loved trying new things, when it was allowed, but even when something wasn't new, she devoured it with gusto.

Now halfway through both her sandwich and carrots she stopped suddenly, blushed, and held up the bowl. "Anyone want a carrot stick?" she asked a bit sheepishly, feeling extremely embarrassed for eating so heartily without offering anything to those who were keeping her company. She felt as though her doing so had been rude, and she was trying to make up for that by sharing what she had left.

[GamingMusic101]

Supreme's eyes widened as Cloud Drop saw right through her. Supreme did nothing but nod and continue picking berries. She smiled at Myriad and said, "She's.........sick in bed right now. She gets sick easily, so I'm afraid she can't play too many.......tiring games." Supreme sighed and placed a few berries in her basket. "I hope that's alright." She added, hoping what she said was enough. Soon, the other unicorn appeared, startling Supreme a little bit. He started asking about the clouds, and she listened in on the conversation, also curious about them.

After a while of picking berries, another pegasus, seemingly Myriad's mother, came. Supreme spotted the twin sister Myriad was talking about, and attempted to wave her hoof in greeting. She returned to picking berries not knowing what else to do. After the pegasus left, Supreme looked down at Myriad. "Oh, it's fine, but.......I'll take one. Thank you, by the way." She grinned as she levitated a carrot stick over to her and slowly bit into it.

"Y'know, I have a good feeling you'll get along with her. My sister, I mean." Supreme told the filly. "She doesn't have too many friends. I bet you'll make her very happy!" She giggled as she examined the now half-full basket of berries. She took one to taste and felt sweetness in her mouth as she chewed. It tasted just as good as it was before, if not better. Supreme sighed, elated. "You'll make her happy indeed." Supreme thought to herself.

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Cloud Drop could instantly tell the unicorn had teleported onto his cloud, not a difficult feat, considering he was suddenly there, and the cloud Cloud Drop lay upon was only a tad larger than enough for himself, and definitely not when he lay across it so selfishly. And that's not mentioning the Alchemist's soon to be very well known intolerance for people getting physically close. "GET OFF MY CLOUD!" he suddenly exclaimed, in an instant rage as Trik helped Sweet Supreme with his magic. While he did have the clarity of mind to steer his cloud a little lower so Trik Port wouldn't fall down a full story, he still aggressively shoved the unicorn off, unless the unicorn jumped off before he got the chance to be shoved off.

Once Trik Port was off of the cloud, and Cloud Drop had casually managed to move it elsewhere, his rage seemed to quickly reside. "These Clouds are alchemical creations, made with a large variety of ingredients and reactions only known to those who delve into the correct fields of science." He said, his tone snide and focusing on picking some more berries from the tree. His gaze was no longer aimed at Trik Port, for now. Just then, Myriad's mother appeared and gave Myriad the food she had requested, including some bitter herbs to help heal her for now. Cloud Drop could not help but wonder what the alchemical and perhaps chemical value of it was. Myriad had gladly started eating, even offering the others carrots. upon the offer, Cloud Drop simply uttered "Nah.", without thanks, care or any consideration.

Cloud Drop was filled with foul mood and a grudge, to boot, now. But he held it off for Myriad and Sweet Supreme, at least until Sweet Supreme had gladly exclaimed that Sugar Rush would be a happier foal. After a short 2 seconds, Cloud Drop started. "So, you go around teleporting, near a cloud of which you KNOW it's not a normal cloud, and there's also Somepony else on it. Do you even have the FAINTEST idea how dangerous that could be? If your teleportation had dispelled my cloud, we could have both broken a hoof! Were you never even taught how, where and WHEN to use your magic? I'm not even a unicorn, but i know when, where and how to apply my alchemy!" He rudely spat at Trik Port. Seeing him act like this was a WHOLE other side of how he was acting earlier, as he was suddenly berating and attacking another pony's intelligence. He snorted and continued using his slow but agile wing to carefully pick another few berries.

[zap4th]

Unlike that weak wing you have!" he said, shooting a beam at the cloud to dissipate it. he then aimed at cloud drop's alchemy cloud, charging his horn up for a blast. "speaking of magic, I wonder what a cloud dissipation spell will do to a cloud like that?" when the young filly offered a carrot trik snapped at her, yelling "not now!"

trik was caught off balance and fell when cloud drop pushed him, becoming scared and teleporting himself to the ground, shaking. now trik was getting angry, as cloud drop was insulting one of the few things he was proud of, his intellect. "well, at least my horn can WORK,Unlike that weak wing you have!" he said, shooting a beam at the cloud to dissipate it. he then aimed at cloud drop's alchemy cloud, charging his horn up for a blast. "speaking of magic, I wonder what a cloud dissipation spell will do to a cloud like that?" when the young filly offered a carrot, trik snapped at her, yelling "not now!", rage at cloud drop filling all of his mind, remembering the bullies that sometimes dropped him of cloudsdale only to catch him, repeating the process, making young trik scream and cry, to their hearts content.

[Myriad]

Myriad was happy to share her carrots, but being yelled at for offering to share her snack made the filly recoil. She just sat there in shock as the two male ponies began to argue. She was so confused and frightened that she began to cry and look for a way out. Being as she was stuck up in a cloud, next to a tree, there really weren't very many options. However, there was one direction she could go as she leapt with blind faith towards Sweet Supreme. She wasn't the strongest flier, but she could still use her wings to glide over and change direction.

The gliding part was easy, but the landing . . . not so much. She more awkwardly bowled into the female unicorn than landed, and the moment she did her tears escalated into sobbing. The foal had never really been around ponies who argued before, she was still innocent and naive and very sensitive. Her entire body started shaking as the fear and crying took hold and she buried her face into Sweet Supreme's coat for comfort. By now, not only had she lost her appetite, but she could feel the familiar rumblings in her stomach that meant that she was about to lose her lunch as well. This, of course was only compounded by the fact that crying meant she was losing a lot of fluids, her runny nose was blocking the passage of air, and she was forced to breathe through her mouth, making it very dry. A dry mouth combined with her already labored breathing caused her to cough, which only made the dryness worse. Next came the gagging and finally, the loss of her lunch over the side of the cloud.

It all happened very quickly, but she continued to cry and shake as she did every other time she fell ill. With a sniff and a whimper, she leaned closer to Sweet Supreme again, trying to cover her ears so she wouldn't hear the arguing anymore. Not that it did her any good. If this went on for much longer Myriad knew that her mother would return just to take her home. All she'd wanted was to go exploring in the park and meet some new ponies. She didn't expect to get caught in the middle of an argument like this.

[GamingMusic101]

Sweet Supreme jumped a little once the two stallions near her started arguing over a small issue. It wasn't exactly small, but nonetheless, they were fighting. Supreme never really grew around ponies who fight and argue (except for play fighting over the last cookie), so she didn't know how to react. Supreme instead thought of a way to calm them both down. Before she could act, she felt something soft and warm bump into her.

Supreme looked down and noticed a sobbing Myriad. She couldn't help but feel sad for the little grey filly. She gently rubbed Myriad's back, hoping that would somehow comfort her. "There, there.....it'll be okay." She whispered with her ever-so-sweet-and-quiet voice. But soon the weeping got even worse, making Supreme helplessly think of what to do. She thought of using an elating spell, but it would probably just fail and make things worse.

But that was it. A spell. Maybe a small spell could help. Supreme focused intently on teleporting the two of them to the ground, and it surprisingly worked. "D-do you need anything I could help with? Maybe you want something?" She asked, thinking of what could cheer Myriad up. But Supreme hardly knew the filly, who knows what Myriad might like or not like. At this point, Supreme already forgot about the argue between Cloud Drop and the other stallion, all she was focused on was cheering the little foal up. Suddenly, an idea sprang into Supreme's head. She levitated the basket of berries over and then gave it to Myriad. "Here, maybe this will help."

It was the only thing Sweet Supreme could think of. Besides, not only is it unbelievably delicious, but the berry was meant to heal any kind of pains or illnesses of a young foal.

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Cloud Drop scowled at the, in his eyes, reckless unicorn as he directly went on the offensive with his magic. "Really? direct attack,is that all you can reso-" He started with a sharp tone, but his ear flickered to the sound of crying... He looked to The mares and back to Trik... Trik was still going to attack him it seemed but.. He couldn't really bring himself to continue his rage. "we shouldn't..." He started, and tried to reposition himself to look more dignified than degrading. "i'm sorry." he said, swallowing his pride, a difficult feat for him. "it's clear that i could have been a little more tactical." his tone went a little ruder but tried to keep itself controlled, towards the end, although he chose the word 'could' for a reason. He would never admit that that's what he should have done. He grabbed a potion and poured it into his cloud, making it descend to the ground. "But, i hold my ground that what you did was dangerous. Try not to teleport so close to ponies. You'll invite more danger than you did now with that kind of... Action." Cloud drop needed a moment and a short si to not call Trik reckless or idiotic again. To be honest, he was still degrading him -a little-, but at this point, he didn't really know better.

He felt sour in more ways than he knew now. He felt insulted, he was quite literally attacked, he was startled, and his actions had caused a sickly foal to cry and practically fall apart. He was still super peeved at Trik port, and it would show, for any reaction anything less than sudden admiration would make Cloud Drop snort, even if it was completely unjustified. He was stuck between his personality and not wanting to really hurt anypony here. A good part of him felt maybe he should just leave.

"i.. Should probably get my equipment back to cloudsdale." he sourly stated. His voice went a little more hushed, and was very unfitting for the happy, sunny weather they were having around these parts. "i hope you can still pick enough Berries, Sweet Supreme. I like your determination. I'm sure your bakery will make some great sales." he stated. He stepped off his cloud and slumped his little frame slowly towards his cloudship. He gave myriad a gaze, opened his mouth for a second and then closed it. he had nothing to say. No good words for the sake of science, because science didn't solve every problem.

[zap4th]

trik also heard the crying, looked in the direction it was coming from, and started to calm down. he then walked over to the young filly, his horn fully extinguished at that point, gave them a few berries and, after teleporting home and back to get some materials, made a kind of chamber with a mouthpiece and a tube on the other end of the mouthpiece. he then turned to cloud drop and said "you're right. I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry. but I need to ask you for one thing, do you have a potion that makes a kind of wind? I'll happily pay for it." he then looked back at myriad and asked her "there anything I can make for you to cheer you up? just say some ideas and I'll make them to the best of my ability"

[Myriad]

Between the fighting and getting sick, Myriad was still shivering as it suddenly seemed to be a lot colder outside than it had a moment ago. Granted this was mostly due to the rise in her own body temperature that always came with a crying fit. She had felt comforted when Sweet Supreme started rubbing her back, but it hadn't been enough to keep her stomach from protesting. It was definitely a good thing that the older mare had been there, because the filly may have wound up getting herself lost or hurt just to get away from the fighting. Now that she was closer, Myriad also noticed that the unicorn smelled sweet, like berries and cupcakes, all of the tasty treats she loved to eat, but wasn't allowed to. Although she was trying to talk to the filly to calm her down, it was pretty hard to talk through sobs, so all she could really do was shake her head and whimper.

Before she realized it, the two stallions had stopped fighting. They were talking and apologizing to each other, but Myriad still clung to Sweet Supreme. Not only did the unicorn mare make her feel safe, but warm too. Although she did offer the filly some of the berries they had picked, the young one had to refuse. She knew that sweets gave her a tummy ache, and she'd had enough of that already. So when the others began asking her what she wanted to make her feel better, she had to stop and think for a moment. Her mother was usually the one who took care of her when she was sick, and always knew exactly what her daughter needed, so she had never really thought about any of it before.

Taking a shuddering breath, Myriad began to try and calm herself down on her own and think about the order of things her mother did. "Water?" she asked in a cracked voice as she started trying to wipe her eyes with a hoof, her teeth chattering a bit as she shivered again. She did want a blanket or a jacket, but she didn't know where any pony would find a one around here, especially with it being so warm. Her eyes darted all around the area as she tried to think of what else she needed, when they fell upon the cloud she had been perched upon and her eyes grew wide with realization. "M-Momma brought m-medicine." she stammered as she pointed a hoof to her cloud.

[GamingMusic101]

Supreme nodded slowly as Myriad dismissed the berry. Maybe it could help, but it was the filly's choice. She looked up for a moment, thinking. Her parents always took care of Sugar Rush, but sometimes she'd help. What did Sugar Rush need? All she needed was water, fresh air, a towel soaked in cold or hot water depending on what type of sickness, and...

...of course. Medicine! It was a good thing Myriad mentioned it. Sweet Supreme levitated the medicine from the cloud over to her, refusing to leave the filly down there by herself. She first examined the instructions, making sure of what she had to do and whatnot. Push down and twist to open, no more than 3 teaspoons a day, all that stuff. Supreme twisted the lid off with her magic and looked around. She didn't have a spoon. Splendid. She looked up and repeatedly wished that Myriad's mother also brought a spoon.

Luckily, there was. A small spark of joy burst inside Supreme as she levitated it over to herself again and carefully, ever so carefully, poured some medicine onto the spoon. She presented the spoon of medicine to the little filly and smiled encouragingly. "Here." She then looked up at the two stallions who seemed to stop fighting and thought that maybe they can help. "Excuse me, maybe you two can grab some water and a towel? If not a towel, anything that can be soaked in water? It'll help fix the........events that happened while you two were fighting." Supreme asked as politely as she could, trying not to make Myriad feel worse, and trying not to be too harsh on making the stallions learn their lesson in the most pleasant way possible.

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Trik port made his request, but quite soon after said request, Sweet Supreme had made own request, causing Cloud Drop to turn her head to her. He nodded slowly to her and started talking "Got clouds so i got water. I can make a tiny cloud of any temperature to serve as a towel." He said. he looked over to his stuff, thinking deeply. He muttered to himself, first, repeating a short word. "_{wind... wind... but first...} The Towel cloud should take.. two minutes?... _{wind... wind... wind... If i... hmm...} Also, let's talk about that potion.. Later, Weather Unicorn." he aimed towards Trik port, not having remembered his name. With his estimate in mind, he walked over to his large cloudship. The luck of his alchemy was that it could fill up many roles and do different things, but the misfortune of it was requiring the right stuff to do so. He slumped towards the Ship and clambered onto it, again, with much effort. He started pushing some clouds off and with much effort, he glided off the ship. as he landed a bit messily and had to regain his balance, he flapped out his wings and looked to his right wing with a sullen expression. Folding them back in, he started rifling into the cloud and taking out small alchemy stuff. he simply placed it on the grass and got to work. He had to set aside a few random irrelevant potions, and get busy preparing a potion.

His cloudship was a small stretch away from the tree. Close enough that you could easily see and recognize ponies from either point, but far enough that normal conversation was illegible for either side. Not that Cloud Drop would have it any other way. It was just him, his equipment and a goal right here. he set himself up so his back was pointed towards the others. They could call for him if they wanted to grab his attention while he made his potion, but he had no interests in them watching or seeing them while he was busy, deeming the distractions unnecessary. If they looked at him, all they would see is a Tiny dark gray pegasus between two strangely yellow clouds touching the ground, his wings spread over and around his body, moving as hooves unto himself. A common thing that Cloud Drop did. There was a moment where he had to wait for the laws of nature to happen, for his potion to come into fruition. During this time, he rested his face on a hoof... before slowly and painfully extending his right wing, Gazing towards the right, towards the weak, limp thing.