Chiroptera

[=~ He had scared her, as she was thinking of other things. In fact, he scared her so much that she had accidentally stopped holding the milkshake with her levitation. As the snowy aura dissipated- something I believe Midnight forgot to mention is that her aura is cold enough to cause snow to form around it- the milkshake dropped to the ground, spilling. Now, despite her obsession- because that is what it is- with milkshakes, she wasn't even slightly angry. Not even a little. Though that is probably because she was trying to keep herself from laughing at his face. She didn't really notice the emblems, though, and even if she had, she wouldn't really care. Anyway, as she looked at him, really trying not to laugh, she alerted him to the presence of the offending fritters. "It's fine..." She said sadly, looking over down at the milkshake, before looking up at him and almost laughing, holding her hoof over her mouth, "You... You have a... A fritter on your face..." Able to get through talking with only a few giggles (Jesus it feels strange saying that word...), she flaps her wings once sharply, almost like a non-verbal laugh, putting her hoof back on the ground. Still smiling, though. ~=]

Ahhh... Good to finally be narrating again... Oh, sorry, don't mind me. Just doing a bit of narration. Er. I mean... Anyway, moving on. Lets get to it, shall we? Icy Creation had had a bad past week, when it really comes down to it. Not only did she not manage to make anything, but it turns out that she isn't quite welcome in Cloudsdale. That is, unless past events in your stuff indicates that Cloudsdale pegasi as a whole wouldn't be insulted or feel mocked by her wings. In that case, disregard that little fact about her and Cloudsdale. Anyways, moving on. She was walking along the path, not knowing where it led- Ponyville, for the knowledge of you writers reading this- and trying to remember whether or not she actually finished the freeze cutter before she left that other town to head off to see Cloudsdale. Meanwhile, she was levitating a brown, white, and red milkshake in front of her, occasionally drinking it. Honestly, I kind of want to know how one of those would taste, but I don't have tastebuds- nor do I have a body for that matter- and I'm not in that verse anyway. But enough about me, back to her. As she walked along the path, she noticed a smallish town come into view, and next to the 'Free too. Perfect for her to stay for a bit, make a few bits, spend a few bits, collect a few bits, and make a few bobs... Shut up, I know that was awful, you don't have to tell me. Probably the worst I've ever done. I apologise for the rust. Or is it blood? Eh, either way, point stands. Now, as is typical for Icy when coming upon a new town, there is one thought that dominated her mind before any other. One more important question than anything that anybody in ponykind's history had ever asked. So important it could be life and death... 'I wonder if they have milkshakes...' And then she continued to walk and drink, wondering who she would meet in this new place, and what new kinds of milkshakes she might discover. The second one was more important, though.