For a few long minutes that nearly bleed into longer expanses of time Cera can hardly stand, the sun child fears his princess will not show her pretty tiara. But he cannot give up on her. He knows now that even if she were to push him away, to scream in his face that she hated him, he would never give up on her. He would be there to catch her always, determined to make up for the seasons when he had been useless, when he had not been the big brothers she deserved. All his love, his devotion, his support...she deserved it all immeasurably. So even though his wings are beginning to ache as the winds still and shift at random, he refuses to stop. Only his vocal chords are capable of complaining, and when he goes quiet, it is at that same time that his eyes catch a hint of gold and dark cherry, nearly impossible carmine tints that are invisible away from high lighting.

Breath catches in his throat.

Could it be?

He circles lower, and his heart thunders in his chest, an entire orchestra reverberating on soul strings as they crescendo into one massive, beautiful, overwhelming symphony of relief and love. It is Ranjiri. But as her voice calls out, tentative and heart-breakingly needy, he cannot deny her. Even if it means he must sing for her, unknown, a little bit longer. So with a throat turning sore with use, he gently clears it, swallows, and begins anew. There is no need for lyrics. He is not creative enough to make them up as he goes along, anyways. But if there is one thing he can express, in those shimmering, swaying sounds, it is how he feels. He coos it to her from the heavens, his soul reaching out to her on honeyed vocals, seeking her forgiveness as a faceless man with sins even she must sense.

But he cannot conceal himself, cowardly, in the sun forever. It hides his colors from view, hides his identity from her. No. No more hiding. He drifts closer, lower, until snow kissed hooves touch down, impossibly gentle, upon the grass. His throat never stops softly vibrating with the feather-soft tune he has serenaded her with, and his eyes fall upon her own ruby, a thousand unspoken apologies swimming in their depths. Slowly, like a whisper carried away farther and farther on a summer wind, the song dies. They see each other plain now.

"Baby sister."