Lightning Dust kept her steps slow as they made their way through the cloud house. For some reason she couldn’t imagine, the filly had started acting strange as soon as she’d taken off her flightsuit. Even stranger, she had barely been able to bathe herself. Dust hadn’t been watching closely—mostly she’d concentrated on preparing the foal’s new bedroom. She glanced out every now and again, and every time the pony seemed to be struggling more.