Though it was doubtful that the honest stallion would ever lie to Cera, it was a well-known fact in his subconscious that should he ever choose to wield that power, Cera would believe him regardless. So when his smooth tenor crooned assurances, the cherub let his own slim shoulders relax. No others would be kicked out of their homes, then. That was a relief. Ilaria didn't care as much for this conversation as the next, so her attention only shifted to Midas when their words came to involve her. There was no reason for Cera to speak, staring down at his reflection. Still, he was figuring out where he wanted to go in life. When he sketched with Ilaria, his beloved sharing in his passion, there was nothing more he wanted than to beg Coris to teach him the finer points of construction. Yet, when he heard of stories like this, thoughts just started crumpling up helplessly in his brain and he was confused by his own desire to follow in his father's footsteps. Blinking down at the slightly warped mirror image of his own emerald eyes, Cera inwardly sighed. Was it always this difficult to choose between callings?

Soothing chuckle rolled off the lake's surface and Cera smiled brightly at the dark face he knew better than himself. Ilaria, too, peered at him with her liquid umber eyes. Had her displeasure over the idea of falling into the water echoed differently in Midas' eyes? The panda was rather fond of him, and did not want to make him feel as if she disliked him or his words. Cera rolled his eyes at her internally and she slapped his neck with her tail, causing him to snort out a laugh. Jasper eyes turned to Fina with a smile, wanting her to join in on the fun, when she opened her beak and did something that made them go wide. She sang, a soft ebb and flow of melodies that echoed in his heart and reminded him of things long before the days of magic, of pure wilderness and exotic lands that he'd never seen but felt as if he could touch through her voice alone.

All throughout the song she weaved, Cera's and Ilaria's eyes remained only on her. Though the small creature upon his crown had at first instinctively feared the predatory bird, they both loved her dearly, and she sang so beautifully Cera could not help but feel warmth and pride bloom in his heart. He knew not why she sang, but when she finished he fondly murmured her name. "Fina...that was so pretty." Who the last part was directed to was open to interpretation, most likely Fina and Midas both. Smiling at the beautiful crimson creature, he reluctantly turned his eyes from her, reveling in the joy she displayed that was rather hard to find in her.

Soft hum was all that was needed in reply to the fact that his day had been rather full of excitement. Slowly he migrated out of the water, muscles delightfully cooled after a long day of play and flight. Once he was fully free of the comfortable lake, his beloved curled up happily on his back, Cera started to slowly move his wings in an effort to dry the delicate feathers. Mention of Coris immediately had his ears flickering back to the other, excitement lacing his every feature. "No, I haven't yet...do you think he would like them?" Ilaria poked her head up at the mention of it, just as thrilled by the idea as her bonded. Hope glowed in his voice, legs moving restlessly at the thought. He missed the times when Midas would watch him sketch, or take him out on small vacations and adventures outside of the Throat. Though it had given Cera a sense of independence and the ability to care for himself, it often left him lonely despite his bonded's presence. Even so he never complained, merely enjoying his father's time when it was given to him.