News of the building Maren had in mind had not stayed away from Cera for long. Both duty and desire had driven him to the site of it, calculations already happily running through his head as he circled it from the skies. There was nobody currently there, the day grey and mild with morning drudgery that the sun would undoubtedly burn out soon enough. The rocks had been formed, a huge base that was befitting the tall spire Maren was hoping to craft from it. He knew her plans of it, could envision the metalwork he needed to do in order to bring it a mere vision to fruition. It was a task he was eager to start in on, such a monumental thing. It reminded him of the failed efforts of the Wall, back when Basilisk and Sohalia had been the Forgers. Their ephemeral rule had ensured that Cera had never been able to involve himself fully in such a large project, but it was clear that fate had finally bestowed this gift upon him. An eager smile lit up the cherub's features, and free of Ilaria's customary weight upon his shoulders, the Prince spun himself into a downward spiral and alighted upon one of the boulders, intrigued by the metal framework that Maren had started of her own volition. A curious design, but one he understood well. Metal had many downfalls, one of which was how it interacted with heat. They would likely need to consult and barter with the Hidden Falls to procure some stone, for Cera would not feel comfortable constructing a building that equines would visit regularly entirely out of metal. 

He spent most of the morning hauling metal. He had his own stores and caches around the Throat from days off or hours spent with nothing to do, but Cera did not want to travel too far if he was going to be working at an elevation. His energy would have to be spent hovering as still as he could manage, working the spires of metal up and up to form the framework. It was sure to exhaust him, and Cera did not quite enjoy the thought of falling and impaling himself on one of his own spires. Simply wouldn't be a good way for a Forger to go out, you see.

Still, the act of hauling metal itself was tiresome, and he wondered if anybody would arrive that morning to lend a helping hand. Not that he'd made anyone aware of the fact that he intended to work on the church that morning - smart move, Cera - but then again, Cera had gotten so used to doing all the crafting by himself. His fellow forgers always seemed to disappear. For so long he'd been the only constant, the only soul that cared about the wonders that forging could bring about. It was a bad habit, to not involve anybody else, but one he was trying to work on. They were supposed to be a family, after all.

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This is probably the crappiest post I've made with Cera in like, two years. But I wanted to get this up! The weather is grey and mild, the sun will burn it off, and Cera is hauling metal from the earth with his magic. Your character can write that they're helping him with that, if they don't have any magic! Forgers and those with crafting rank magic, if you haven't used your seasonal slots (I'm pretty sure you haven't) we will be using all our large items for the framework!

Tagging anybody who mentioned wanting to help, and all the crafters!