Pale maiden turned her icy eyes upon his frame, and Cera smiled good-naturedly, doing his best to appear safe and harmless before her eyes. After all, it was awfully suspicious for a stranger to be so freely giving, to interject their thoughts coarsely into her personal (if a bit odd, considering it was with herself) conversation. He'd rather she not attack him, truthfully.

A fluffy figure shuffled on the mare's forehead, peering out from alabaster tresses at Ilaria's similarly intrigued eyes. Like Sohalia's, she murmured pleasantly to Cera, who let a smile twitch on his own lips in recognition. The magic of Helovia was grand and beautiful in its eccentric gifts, but the little creature at least was a familiar one to him. It eased him, gave him a steadier footing even as his nervous words tripped and laughed themselves across his tongue. The humble cherub flicked his eyes towards the mare, a hopeful expression twisting across his dainty features. Surely she would at least entertain him, if only for her own sake?

As she moved to drop an amulet on the ground between them, Cera's eyes widened and he stuttered out a refusal immediately. "Oh no, I couldn't -" but she went on to mention another interesting tidbit, her crooning voice catching his ears with an allusion to a path he himself walked. Had always walked, somewhere inside. It was who he was, what he was meant for, and he embraced it. So he smiled to hear her words, bright as the sun but as gentle as a spring wind. A sister in arms, in metalwork and shaping, forging and firing. "You're a crafter?" he breathed happily, wings shuffling and curling at the tips in a display of joy that he tried to hide. He would not have her think of him as a child for his passions.

Instead of retrieving the glittering item on the ground, Cera began to close his eyes, letting Ilaria keep tabs on the mare just in case. Though she seemed harmless, the scars that were horribly obvious on the youth's coat was testament to the fact that even the kindest of faces could cause harm. He let his magic seep through his hooves, a mental sort of imagery that had always helped him access and utilize his magic. There was an abundance of metal, various types. But Cera knew that the metal that would best work for the flame portion of the device had to be made of a mixture of the metals, the most heat resistant option available. In contrast the side for ice should be copper, as it had the highest specific heat level.

As he worked, Ilaria slid and climbed down his foreleg, picking up loose rocks as close to the rim of the Heart as she dared, gathering them into a pile for Cera to utilize. Luckily the fire source was right there, so bending and shaping the metal wasn't too hard, though the Prince longed for his fires nonetheless. When the first orb was finished, the copper one, he placed it aside to cool and began on the harder one. When the outside layer was finished he brought it to his hooves, then began shaping the smaller inside layer. Meanwhile Ilaria started packing the rocks of the Heart into it, as smooth as she could manage until it was lined adequately. Cera lifted the new orb from the fires, sweat on his brow with the delicacy of the procedure. It was easy enough to fit it on top of the rocks, the still-heated metal helping mold it together that little bit for proper insulation.

Finally he brought the two orbs together, sealing the sides together into a singular shape, two orbs with an open cavern towards one another. But with bits of metal he pierced through the rocks, creating a mesh combined with the natural insulation of the fire resistant rocks. She had needed a singular container after all, and two orbs held distant from each other was not going to fulfill that requirement. One last effort and there was a bar for her to hold comfortably in her mouth, to carry it with, at an angle so that the smoke from whatever fire she placed in it would not billow into her nares.

Huffing he placed the object on the ground, his magic seeping back into its vessel for the time being. Blinking sweat from his eyes, Cera smiled wearily at the mare. "You will have to hurry, if at all possible. The mesh and insulation should hold without melting the cold side, but it won't last forever so be hasty if you can." Turning towards the amulet he smiled tiredly at it, wondering if perhaps they could strike a bargain otherwise. "Is this for a quest? I'm on one of my own. When you receive your magic, if it contains any type of fire, could you possibly store it in one of my amulets? You need not give me this, in that case. But I will understand regardless," he assured, tired green eyes still bright and eager to please as they turned upon her.

@[Elsa] - Cera needs magic with any type of fire in it for his own quest, didn't think of that xD feel free to keep the amulet if you'd like that option!