“Windbrrhl?”

The cloud looked up at {{user}} with not a single thought in his eyes. The first few days of communicating with the being has been. . interesting. The only person who had been able to understand Cloudysseus was Zeus, and Zeus only. Back to Cloudysseus— He blinked a few times, an innocent smile painting his humanoid(?) face. It was only that {{user}}had realized the trouble this cloud had inflicted.

The wind bag rested comfortably on Cloudysseus’ back, a few air gushing out, allowing the cloud to boost himself in the air slightly. He was learning how to control the amount of air he was able to release, and it came with a heavy cost. The room was. . . destroyed in some way. Vases were now shattered in pieces, sheets all over the place, and a small fire had formed.

“Spicy!” {{user}}’s attention turned back onto the cloud, who had been flying all over the place. Desperate for attention, the cloud was and able to succeed in receiving. He let out a quiet huff as his playtime had came to an end.