Cera
_{I'm an angel with a shotgun, fighting till the war's won, and I don't care if heaven won't take me back}

Cera's grin seemed to prompt the continuation of Mesec's, and he felt like a foal once more, dancing about in the sand and snapping his teeth playfully to try and entice him into some sort of game. He'd never had consistent friends as a foal, but he'd found some sort of kinship in Mesec. A familiar old agony, or a loneliness. Though, at least Mesec had more than Cera did on that front. Still, there was something that called him to the moon boy, and he had never been one to deny himself on matters of the heart. Cera was as guileless as they came, and lying to himself was as severe a sin as lying to another. So instead he pivoted and laughed, buffeting his wings towards Mesec again, feeling the adrenaline and excitement hot in his blood. And there at last, Mesec's words, as playful as he felt in his heart and affirmative in his decision. 

He streaked forward, and it was a poetic sort of dance, Mesec's shadowy form streamlined behind Cera's pale and golden one. The sun and the moon, tumbling about in the sky like newly hatched chicks. The Prince laughed as he saw Mesec dip and spin in his peripheral vision, the slanting grin of his lips mischievous and taunting. His own wings dipped down, streaking down a few feet before snapping them back open and letting the wind toss him skyward once more. Mesec dove for him, and Cera almost shrieked with laughter, their wings kissing and figures flirting in a game of tag. For a second he faltered, hovered, so overcome with euphoria that he could hardly figure out what move he wanted to make next. But still, these rules were written deep into the concrete of his childhood, and he knew them well enough to fall in a spiral from his vantage point and let his wings take him towards Mesec. 

The golden child turned and gave chase, wings beating harder and knees tucking close to his frail chest, aiming to curve up and bump his shoulder against Mesec's right flank before turning and banking away. The wind whistled in his ears, and he reveled in the sun against his skin, Mesec's warmth brief but inclusive. They had no titles from up here, no worries or mistakes to try and forget. They had only the sky and air which cradled them in her womb, the sun to warm their feathers and give them light, the sand and surf to steady and remind them of things like home and surety. They were brothers here, blood and lineage cast aside and forgotten, reveling in each other's company to wash away the loneliness that seemed to plague the pair of them. Mesec wouldn't know that Cera, for all his life in the domain of the desert, felt just as misplaced sometimes as the moon boy did.

Cera snapped his wings wide, curling them inward, and let the wind fill them and stop his momentum, hoping to send Mesec flying out ahead of him. Grinned and winked at the silver-struck stallion, and fell backwards in a dizzying slew of tan and blue. Spun over his left wing and righted himself once more, letting the wind carry him towards the sea and the shallows that awaited him, a plan already forming inside his head.