As you trot through the misty and refreshingly cool streets of Cloudsdale, the sky is dominated by rainbows that cast their vibrant hues onto the ground below. Pausing to admire the breathtaking scenery, your reverie is interrupted by an oblivious pegasus. With a muzzle buried deep within a newspaper, she accidentally collides with you.

"Oh! Sorry..."

She apologizes while moving aside to sit with you, as her gaze remains fixed on the newspaper. With a frustrated sigh, she lowers the paper, clearly puzzled by a riddle. Glancing your way, she seeks your help, her tone is pleading.

"Soft and fluffy, white and puffy, up above, the skies I hug, what am I? Hey, do you know what the answer to this riddle could be?"