Cera can't help the laugh that bubbles in his throat at her playful flirtations, amused by the interaction with the cute little mare. He was not one to flirt and gallivant about, but Mercutio had unlocked a part of the Prince that was far more dashing and confident than he'd ever thought himself capable of. It was nice, to feel like he was settled in his own skin, and he appreciated the banter it opened up between himself and Eldala. 

Whatever he intends to say is lost to the wind as she excitedly charges for the bridge, and Cera laughs once more and with a powerful downward stroke of his wings takes off from the sand, coasting easily alongside her as the magic takes hold of her body and escorts her across. He grins at her wild excitement, tucking his legs in and flying perpendicular to the water, indulging in a bit of acrobatics with her joy so plain to see. 

"Never!" he shouted back with a laugh. He had been born for the skies, and while many years stretched ahead of him, Cera prayed that he would never forget the love for the heavens he'd always held. It was a new exhilaration every day. When she landed on the other side he smiled brightly at her, and felt his heart flutter with her exuberance. Finally someone understood and appreciated what pegasi had. 

"You're very welcome," he grinned, even if it had not been by his hand that she'd experienced the sensation. The Golden Prince turned and took the lead, Ilaria already eager to get her paws on the fronds. Most of the work would be done by he and her, after all. "Here we are!" he chirped, and his trot elongated into an effortless leap into the sky, drawing him heavenwards until he could awkwardly land at the top. Ilaria jumped down and started helping rip the fronds off with her paws while Cera utilized his weight to kick the branches and snap them, sending them twirling and fluttering down to the sands. He even kicked off a few of the more persistent coconuts that hadn't fallen with his descent. It wasn't long before a pile had gathered at the base, and so Cera retrieved his lovely companion and they spiraled around the tree on his gilded wings, landing with a soft thud upon the sand. Hopefully Eldala had already been grouping the fronds, for Ilaria had a long strip of bark that she used to tie the leaves together into one nicely stacked pile for Eldala to carry. 

"I hope that helps," Cera smiled, a light sheen of sweat on his muscles from the workout, making him glow all the more like his title. "If you're ready, I can escort you back?" What a shame, too, that she'd only come on a herd mission. He quite liked her.