[Brave as Wally likes to think himself, the idea of sitting on a solid cloud isn't something his mind wants to simply wrap around. He squeezes his eyes shut like she suggested as she lowers him. Wally feels the surface of the cloud touching his legs, and before he knows it he's been set down on something that feels in many ways like a large uneven pillow.
He opens one eye to peek around, sky and clouds surrounding him. Opening both eyes, he dares to look down at the cloud.]
This is... different.
[The words come out in a slightly squeaky voice, nerves gnawing at him. He pats the cloud with a hoof.]
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He opens one eye to peek around, sky and clouds surrounding him. Opening both eyes, he dares to look down at the cloud.]
This is... different.
[The words come out in a slightly squeaky voice, nerves gnawing at him. He pats the cloud with a hoof.]
How stable are these clouds?