Even fostering a pony required strict prerequisites be met. Lightning Dust had slaved away to construct the second story, shaping the clouds into something resembling another bedroom. She couldn’t afford to give the filly real furniture, so she made a bed, a desk, and a seat overlooking the large window. Well, not a real window, because glass was expensive too. Instead it was ice, chilled through the same weather magic that kept her food cold and the water in her bath hot. The views weren’t terribly good, warped as they were through ice, but at least it would look like a real house.