Though the journey had wound its way through many days, Cera did not voice the complains and aches of his body. He was far more concerned with delivering Anzanie to the Throat safely, as he had promised. The Throat - once upon a time - had accepted visitors from other herds quite often, even diplomatically housing agents of their sister herd (the Edge, only furthering the irony of Anzanie's visit) for a season or more. Cera had grown up watching with wide eyes, hiding behind Midas' legs, peering out at these faces that seemed so unnatural beneath the light of the sun. In some ways he felt a deep nostalgia for the passage of time, the changes of the world and the herd he loved. Yet he understood the need and desire for cution. It seemed there was no such thing as innocence or friendship any longer, and though he mourned the loss of it, he embraced the clarity his own misery had awarded him. He would need it to better serve his herd. 

Escorting Anzanie across the magical bridge had been an...adventure, to say the least. Cera had never had to do it before, though he trusted in the abilities of his key and the magic Gaucho had sacrificed so much for. While the Prince had never had reason to not trust his wings, he did not often associate with those who were born landbound. It bothered him at times, if only because he knew how much harder they had to work to prove themselves in the Throat - and he had been an uncle to one. His heart panged with the memory of lost Ryuu, but he tilted his head away from the other paint to hide the flicker of shadows in his eyes.

They were approaching the church skeleton, hooves sinking into the deep sand, Cera curling his wings inward to angle the chill of the wind off his scars. With a gentle smile he turned to face Anzanie, tail flickering idly as he motioned his muzzle towards the shaped holes in the structure where the glass was meant to be. "That's where the glass is supposed to be. I can help move it up there, but I'm not sure how your crafting magic works or what you require to utilize it. If there's anything I can do to help, just tell me," the golden boy assured, calm and cheerful as he motioned with one wing for her to step up to the structure and explore it on her own. Pride bloomed warm and familiar in his chest, awaiting her reaction to this elegant structure he and Maren had been working so hard on. 

[OOC // This is probably one of the worst Cera posts I've ever written but I wanted to get this up for you!]