To Cloud, the meadows are almost like home. She feels drawn to the sprawling landscape of lush grass and blooms. Likely in part to her predecessors - the sheep. The fields feel soft against her aging hooves, and the addition of an easy snack is just too good to pass up. She loves the meadows with all her heart. Being able to return to them after such a long while of being away feels greatly nostalgic to her. She notices that it is very quiet, and only the sound of rushing water can be heard.

Suddenly, Cloud gets the idea this would be a great opportunity to practice her magical skills a bit. After all, she's alone. So who could it hurt ? Cloud turns to face a moderately sized rock, and focuses intensely on it. She's practically boring a hole through it with her gaze alone. Cloud dips her head low, and puts her entire willpower on cracking this thing in half - praying she hasn't gotten dusty. After all, it's been many cycles of not using any magic whatsoever.