The Narrator asked its master why it was made to delineate Mono's taste for liquor. The blue mist rolled two golden orbs for eyes and shouted at the Narrator.
I was trying to kill him, okay? Upon hearing this, the Narrator expressed its opinion on the stupidity of its master's plan. Fuck you. Remember, I've still got a few chapters before I can get back.
The Narrator confirms its understanding yet again and reassures its master for a fifty-seventh time. The mist groans and continues to drift along the stone plaza.
You know what, Narrator, I think I'm running out of imagination. The mist snapped a pair of misty digits and laughed. That's it! That's the ticket! The mist began swirling about, pulling open a rift in the fabric of space and time. From this rift came a pure-white substance Slowly, the cloud of blue halted its gyrations and grasped the floating substance with two ghostly arms.
The mist began guiding it into a shape, giving it color and detail. But not too much detail… It sculpted a correct anatomical structure and hummed thoughtfully. Horn or wings?
The Narrator coughed and mentioned that technically it had no free will, only the capability to be snarky or sarcastic. Fine then, we'll flip a coin. The mist produced a coin and flipped it through the air. Before the Narrator could warn the mist, the coin hit the cold stone ground.
Oh wait… That was a-
The cloud of blue was cut off when a massive wave of cacophonous sound tore through the air. Looking up, the mist watched as a huge airship constructed of clouds and steel fell from the sky. Smoke and flame poured from the construct, and soon it impacted the earth with a grand and satisfying crunch of metal.
Maybe you're getting a bit caught up in something that may or may not happen depending on how everything pans out? The Narrator rolled its metaphorical eyes and commented on how its master was a complete and utter douche.
The mist huffed and soon finished its creation. There. Wings. Now, just in case Discord pulls another fast one on me, I have a method of getting back quickly and easily. What do you think, Narrator?
The Narrator quickly states that its master should switch out red for blue in favor of subtlety. The mist waves a cloudy appendage over its creation, rendering it an alluring blue. Okay then, now to get to gettin'!