The oldest of them all, a midnight dragon who lost his fire in a bet long ago, finally stood up and called everyone to order. Though he could not breathe fire, he still had the respect of all magicals and they listened to his forceful voice, as he summed up the situation. When the dragon was finished, he asked for suggestions of how to solve these bad weather problems.

But no one came forward. All the magicals looked at each other in despair, how would they ever get to have parties or play games without them being ruined by the weather critters?

Finally a tiny purple unicorn, who was there as a stand-in for her grandmother, raised her tiny hoof and started speaking in a tiny voice. She had the idea of magically forging a beautiful entity from a little specimen of all the different weather types, a special weather being, who would then have the power to control all kinds of weather.