Gilda stood on the front porch of a cloud home in Cloudsdale, a place she was only seeing for the first time. Compared to the crumbling buildings of Griffonstone, the home in front of her was practically immaculate. A two-story home, decorated with holiday lights that glowed in a festive rainbow of colors in the dimming light of dusk. The front yard, a well-manicured cloud, had an oversized cloudpony assembled and currently wearing a Wonderbolt scarf and hat. 