They are curious creatures, vibrant with the youth he often regarded nostalgically. Endearing perhaps were it not for the worry that budded at their lack of an older escort. The wilds were dangerous lands, and they still looked far too young to be exploring on their own as they claimed to be. Nevertheless they had arrived in one piece, no worse for wear, and the young colt with the stained sapphire coat was instantly taken by his curiosity over Ilaria. Cera laughed at his excited query, the red panda scurrying towards the lowered nose and rising onto her back paws to bat at him playfully with fuzzy forepaws. Behind her Cera smiled indulgently and hoped her forthright attempt at engaging the youth wouldn't shock or frighten him. "Who, in fact. Her name is Ilaria, and she is my companion. Her soul is intertwined with my own. She'd like me to tell you that she is certainly not owned, but she also thinks you are very kind," he translated, eyes warm alongside Ilaria's purr of agreement as she dropped back to the sands and sprawled out where she was instead of returning to his side, allowing the younglings to stare as they wished.

They are a collection of personalities, but Cera warmly returned the smile Rikyn flashed his way, heartened to see the fondness in golden eyes as Erebos excitedly proclaimed word after word. The golden colt's own soon came to light, far less optimistic but intelligent, perceptive. "Indeed, it is but a memory. A testament to the hard times before the peace between dragons and equines." Of which lead him smoothly into answering Erebos. Turning towards the excitable colt, noticing Sacre's approach and proceeding to give him a welcoming wordless grin, his explanation began to bud on his lips. "There are no dragons the size of which attacked these lands. The peace was struck and the children of dragons given to those without horns or wings, so that they may bond and not suffer due to their smaller size. Much like myself and Ilaria. Though Lace, our visiting craftsmen, has a beautiful pale dragon named Fajira." Did these foals not know of the bonds between creatures? Then again, Cera had been raised by a profoundly religious man with a companion of his own. He couldn't compare his own experience to that of the foals gathered around.

Girl is odd... Cera idly heard from Ilaria's end as she watched the winged lass. Concern creased his brow as he regarded her silent form, but names were soon introduced and he couldn't ignore such gifts. His smile returned like a streak of sunlight, wings shuffling with pleasure like a bird puffing up. "Fine names! It is a pleasure, my friends, to meet your acquaintance officially," and with it he dropped knee in an exaggerated bow, winking at the trio as he straightened once more. Sikeax was responding in kind, her demeanor seeming to brighten after her initial frustration with the rude nature of the foals, but all had been smoothed over and likely for the better.

"There is water inland, surrounded by lush trees and grass with beautiful desert flowers. It's called the Oasis. There is also the ocean that surrounds these lands, though the water is not pure enough for drinking it is perfect for bathing. Our water comes from the Oasis." Sharing such knowledge made his heart jump with glee, for it was not only his job but his passion. Educating young minds. They certainly seemed curious enough, spewing forth enough questions that Cera didn't have to worry about creating conversation of his own.

Finally the girl speaks, a whiplash of words, but Cera retains his smile if only in hopes of comforting the nervous energy she shows. "These are times of peace. And spies are always in the right place at the right time, so perhaps that means you're special, for Sacre to appear here." Another wink towards the girl and a light laugh, attempting to put her at ease with his own lighthearted demeanor. She was certainly a tough nut to crack.

From the corner of his eye, with some prodding from Ilaria, he spied the foal who had come at the Oasis when he spun his stories. Kari, as he recalled Africa dubbing him. Seeing Sikeax with her eyes on him as well, he smiled encouragingly at the foal in silence before turning back to the newcomers. Stretching his wings languidly, as far as they could rise heavenwards but keeping the feathers on each nearly touching so as not to brush Sikeax. Huffing at the pleasant sensation he let them fall smoothly and shook out his shoulders with an apologetic look. "Patrols are tiring from the air," he offered in explanation, for two thirds of the trio were flightless and he was unsure if the maiden had yet received her first flight lesson. A spark in his kind had him turning joyous emeralds to the lass; could this be a way to get her to open up?

"Amaryllis, have you had your first flight lesson? Flying is wonderful in the desert, nothing to run into and plenty of warm drafts. I crashed into a hill with my brother, the son of the Earth God Hototo, when we first attempted flight," he laughed freely at the memory, recalling how sore they'd been even as they poked their heads up and laughed through their tangled limbs and grass stained knees. Oh how he missed his brother...

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This was done on my iPod so I'm terribly sorry if something was autocorrected or if it's just terrible in general in comparison!