Digidrop (the orange pegasus) finds Parcly’s bottle on the ground and rubs it. A soft blue mist rises and circles once around her, forming into a pony’s shape.
Parcly (pausing while her body solidifies): Welcome! You have released me from my bottle, so I will grant any wish of your desire!
Digidrop: What would I want… oh, I’d like some super-cool breezes through my wings!
Spindle: I knew you’d wish for that! Look behind you!
All: *chuckling as refreshing cold currents race around them*