“Well, it’s not the [i]first [/i], first, but it’s close enough, I guess,” Snapshot said as he accepted Spring’s help and pressed his wings against the wall beside him to return to his hooves. “Everything’s so solid,” he commented as he checked his camera for damage, “I walk all funny. The clouds have a ton of give and are always moving around, so you take these big, huge, wobbly steps when you aren’t flying. It’s like climbing stairs.” He glanced at the floor and sucked in one of his cheeks. “Only, down here, it’s like climbing stairs and the next step suddenly isn’t there anymore.” Snapshot started and swung his head from side to side as though he only recently realized where he was. He rubbed the back of his neck with a hoof and smiled nervously as he said, “The clouds also aren’t as soundproof. Can we, uh, take this outside? It’s kind of cramped in here…” his voice trailed off and his ears slid back as he spread his wings for emphasis—their span very nearly blocked off the entire width of the hallway.