New foals at Blood Tree, Ilaria cooed into his mind. Cera lifted a dripping muzzle from the waters of the Oasis, swallowing down the mouthful he'd collected before turning. Ilaria was out hunting the various desert life, and while he had anticipated the faithful ebb and flow of information between the two of them, such a revelation was not expected. Foals were one thing for sure, they often traveled in groups anyways, but foals not of the desert sands? Frowning softly, worried for what had driven them past their borders, Ilaria let a wave of comfort and reassurance flow over him. Sia with them. They are well, unharmed. Even though she had assured them they were not in any danger, in her voice that echoed in his head there was a very clear summons. Go ahead of me, Ria. She'll remember you. There was a note of affirmation on Ilaria's end before she ran off on limber paws to find Sikeax.

Far smaller than the average horse, even those gathered who were far younger than those such as her bonded, she was not nearly as noticeable when approaching. Even still she barked loudly up at Sikeax to announce herself before turning warm cocoa eyes to the gathered trio of foals. Cooing happily to greet them in her own fashion she waved her tail pleasantly against the sand before sitting a few lengths from Sikeax, a clear message that they were unbonded but knew one another, a marking for where Cera would stand momentarily.

As predicted, the shadow of her princeling crossed the sands on massive wings, drifting over the warm drafts of the afternoon currents. Batting them against the currents as he drops, he hovers for a moment before swooping to let snow kissed hooves touch the clay and sand below, not wanting to disturb the sand around those collected. He tutted softly to himself as Sikeax commented a little sharply on one of the foal's words, Ilaria's ears his own prior to his arrival. Jogging forward with a pleasant smile, drawing himself up to the position he held and deserved to display, he hoped he could inspire some sort of calm atmosphere if they knew he was both ranked and kindly.

"All is well, Sia. We all have our opinions, yes?" Though he did chuckle softly at the colt's rather vivid mockery of the tree. Turning to view the small trio of young Basiners, he let his feathered appendages settle against his sides. "My name is Cera, I am the Diviner of the Dragon's Throat. So I can tell you, young sir, that no that is not the equivalent to your...mirror?" He hoped he had recalled that correctly, and Ilaria hummed her reassurance as she wrapped round his ankle lovingly.

"Though it is not meant to be beautiful, young prince. It is the only tree to survive the fires of the dragons that swept through this land long ago. The red sap it oozes stands as testament to the wars raged on these sands, and is meant to symbolize the blood spilled. Those of the sands call it the Dragon's Blood tree." Children enjoyed tales, didn't they? Cera hoped he did not seem overbearing, even with his calm features and warm curl of lips. Maybe that would impress the young colt more than his mockery of the potential Shrine it could have been.

"What brings you to our sands? May we know your names?" It felt odd to call them by anything aside their given titles, though Cera often called Ryuu and other nameless colts by 'young prince' as he had the darkly painted one with the golden trim. Hopefully it was not offensive, for though they were but foals, they were still foals of another herd and had the trust of their kin to back them on whatever they decided to share.