That he chooses none of her choices does not surprise her at this point. Cera liked to wander off the beaten path, to explore and wonder and learn, and it was something she could appreciate in him. Much better to have something with spirit than a dullard, even if the latter was easier to orchestrate. This was why he had been chosen, she was sure of it now. His final answer helped her decide what to bestow him with.

Attentively she listened, doing well not to take a breath and expect to speak just because he lapsed into brief silence. She could tell now he wasn't done, his full path not yet explored. His thoroughness was commendable, and she took it not only as a sign of his nature, but as respect to her inquiry, a notion which pleased her immensely. Her neck stretched up with the pride of it, her posture taller, straighter.

She was tempted to ask him more, to ponder over this hypothetical grain and how he supposed just watering it more might accomplish the goals he sought. She withheld however, for fun as she was having int his moment with him, her time was not so easily squandered, and he was not her only errand for the day. So as his breath seemed to come to a final close, she smilled, and the movement seemed to touch a new light into her grand eyes. Her wings spread wide, flames trailing off the edges of the feathers and wreathing her in light as she held them out gloriously at her sides.

"Spoken well, Golden prince," she praised. "You should be nurtured too and left to grow strong and capable on your own. For that, take this gift." Her wings flapped and flames wafted towards him, bright and sudden, but they would not burn, not this time. Where the fire would lick his skin, a shiny material appeared, gleaming sterling and pale in the lights cased in all directions by her inferno. It stretched across his chest and up his neck. It cradled his stomach and slid against his flanks. It snaked down his forelegs and slithered along the ridge of his wing. Gleaming bright and powerful, Cera was now armored.

"Much better," she commented as her wings stilled at her sides and the fires died down back to her feathers. "Now, treat yourself well Golden Prince. I know you've the power to extend such to those around you, but consider yourself the grain and grow!" she trilled, happy, then lifted suddenly from her perch on the rock and raced back up into the heavens, the sight of her soon lost amid the intolerable brightness of the daylight.