In every bone sang a song of spring. Warmth had taken hold over the icy fist of frost that had surrounded Helovia. Babe had been proud in quite a strange way, knowing his patron had done something so miraculous. The Earth immortal had indirectly lifted Cera's sufferings, and rest had come easily without the pursuit of shivers and sniffles. Resting with Midas was no longer necessary, but once again a past time he enjoyed and basked in. At the time of the new morning, this is what Cera was doing. 

Ever growing legs curled close to his body, cream lashes resting on sandy cheeks as Morpheus extended its arms over him. Cradling him in his nest of sleep much like he was held against his father's side. Ignorant of the lifting sun as he was morning after morning. As energetic as Cera was, and how thoroughly he enjoyed his days, the cherub despised awakening and leaving the bubble of heat that they had created. Slim breast rose and fell in a deep steady rhythm, lying trustingly and adoringly as close to the painted stallion as he could. As if hoping to meld their bodies together. Blood would never speak of their bond, but Cera was oblivious to this. Perhaps somewhere deep down he wished impossibly for this to be false. 

Brightening against the black of closed eyes caused discomfort and unhappiness as the sun tried to beckon Cera forth. The colt however was determined to stay asleep and stirred to find a position angled farther from the sun and it's inescapable rays. Warm breath blew over his face and ruffled forelock gently. Stirrings were quieted and disgruntled face smoothed out as some instinctual part of his brain recognized the scent and motion as Midas. Yet breath that had lulled and soothed him attacked his ears, making them flick and bend in a feline fashion. Mewling unhappily at being pushed towards consciousness, the sandy babe wriggled stubbornly in refusal. Amused voice whispered into his ears, setting forth a gentle sentence that urged Cera away from rest and towards his father's voice. In half asleep delirium he still felt he stirrings of excitement as promise of flight reached tired mind. 

Sleep dazed emerald eyes peeked upon and found his father's face. Little maw widening as he yawned, unfolding curled pillars and stretching, too tired to keep his balance and flopping sideways against his father. Laying cheek against strong shoulder and peering up with glazed orbs. "'Kay..." mumbling quietly in response, sleep sticking to him like sap, refusing to let go. 

White wings unfolded, patterns somehow disappearing and a glowing halo over his crown. Staggering to long legs and remaining sagged but compliant as he waited for direction from his father. A creature of touch, Cera couldn't resist from brushing his muzzle against Midas' cheek. Sighing as he tried to awaken, muzzle dropping along his father's side to his shoulder. Nuzzling him and bumping him playfully as energy returned. "Daddy, who we getting?" Blinking hard and yawning one last time to try and clear sleep away. Stamping little caramel hooves and shaking himself with a dazed little giggle, finding gold eyes and waiting with a permanently adoring gaze for Midas to show him the way.