Admittedly, this search was overdue - the heat of Tallsun had been too much for Mesec to bear in the Throat and he spent much of the season travelling Helovia. But now, now he could get back on track with integrating himself into this herd and trying to figure out where he belonged, where he would actually be useful. That was what he had told Gaucho he would do and he owed it to both the Sultan and himself to actually follow through with that pledge. The crafters and healers were on the top of his list, followed by a visit to Ampere and her warriors following closely behind. He had no doubt that his electric friend would be able to see if he could be whipped into some sort of helpful shape of a warrior, if only to help in the defense of the herd. After their excursion on the beach… well, Mesec knew he needed some more practice to be effective. His magic and youth helped but that was where his skills ended.

First, he would find Cera because, admittedly, there were two motives for seeking out the golden stallion that had greeted him on the border of the Throat. As the head crafter for this herd he would be a helpful source to speak to, and as someone who had known Hototo. He had not forgotten the pain Cera had showed when the earth demigod had died and again, briefly, when Mesec had spoken to him last time. Though, when it came to Hototo, he wasn't sure what he could say that would help, just as he had been unsure what he could possibly say to Ros. But he could check and see how he was doing, right?

The sun had fully emerged over the ocean, leaving the sky a bright and clear blue - just a few wisps of cloud streaked across in the high atmosphere. On all accounts it was a beautiful day, a day that Mesec did not mind spending wandering around and trying his luck at finding Cera. Perhaps it would have been more efficient to try to catch those he wanted to talk to at the end of the herd meeting, but the idea honestly had not come to him then and now it was, obviously, too late.

He lingered around the oasis, figuring he’d be more likely to come across someone here that might know of Cera and have an idea of where to find him, if not Cera himself, and found his way back to the Dragon’s Blood tree. It was a source of great curiosity for him, despite knowing the basics of the story behind it. He could not but feel… reverence as he gazed up at the branches reaching for the sky, reaching for the sun.