"Ah!" Thump.

A whine escaped the caramel painted colt as he landed, tangled among his own legs and wings. It hurt every time he fell, but luckily his wings could save him from most trips to meet the ground. This time he hadn't been so lucky. Cera had long legs for his age, betraying how tall he would be once he'd aged into adolescence and adulthood. They were great for running, able to cover long distances, but not so great as he couldn't control them very well, and more often than not ended up toppling hoof over tail onto whatever surface he tread on. Glancing around and seeing that nobody was around to notice his spill, Cera untangled his legs and pushed himself up, swaying to and fro until he righted himself with a quick push of his wings. Emerald eyes glanced around once again. Where was Midas?

Cera had stuck almost completely to the side of the painted pegasus, but he also knew that Midas needed some time to himself. Cera had also wanted to explore. Tossing his head he set out once again, and having no knowledge of borders was moving wherever he wanted so long as he wasn't lost. Even should he become lost, he'd cry for someone to come and get him. After experiencing the companionship of Midas, Cera wanted to make even more friends. Calling out as loudly as he dared, skipping all over and beatings his wings with jovial whinnies. "Hello! Hello!" Unsure if anyone would answer, but having too much fun either way. Cera didn't know how to fly, but he liked to lengthen his jumping and play with his wings. Tumbling about the land as he continued his happy call, waiting perhaps for someone to answer.

Thump.

Or...perhaps for that to happen again.

From his tangled position on the ground, the gangly colt heard the steady beating of wings from above. Big green eyes peered up from under a fluffy mess of forelock. A few yards from him a pretty white mare landed before him. The markings upon her muzzle intrigued him, and he made no move to untangle himself. She smelled like Midas, something that he would understand later on was simply the smell of the Dragon's Throat members. Tilting his head to the side and laughing along with her, whinnying softly as he lurched up onto his hooves once again. Patterned bittern wings shaking out and curling back in neatly by his sides.

He regarded her with a quiet, happy smile. Her voice was feminine, one he had never encountered before. Midas had been his only company so far, and he had almost never met a female that was so kind."I know! They are hard to walk. But see? I used to it!" Chirping happily, not bothered at all that he fell a lot. He tripped quite a lot, and hadn't quite grown enough to experience or understand humility or pride. Therefore he had no issue admitting that he wasn't very good on his legs yet.

How kind she was, to offer pointers! This thought crossed Cera's mind and he bounced in place happily, wings extending and prancing happily if unsteadily. "Could you? Could you?" Remembering how she had been flying and soon stilling his happy movements, ears flicking as he thought it over. Eyeing her wings curiously. "We fly with these?" He had never tried to actually lift himself off the ground, easily occupied with using them for balance or giving him a little boost when running or playing.

The mare merely laughed, a pleasant sound that had Cera's smile growing ever wider. She didn't laugh at him or mock him for falling, and actually complimented him on his ability of untangling himself. Glowing with simple pride, Cera chirped happily. "Thank you!" Though he still looked rather lost, not understanding what she meant about it being necessary in life. Would he still be tripping when he was an adult? The idea didn't seem very appealing to him at all, and he hoped that wasn't what she meant. Adults confused him.

How kind she was, he found himself thinking again as she cemented her offer to help him. "Yay!" Still not quite grasping what she meant by fellow flyer until she continued speaking, answering his question concerning her wings. And the rather frightening landing she had done in front of him. They could fly? He watched her move her wings in awe, slowly moving his own the same way and glancing to the side to stare at them with a concentrated face. It seemed she wanted to say something, but a crash from the bushes directed their attention to the white filly on the ground.

Cera bounced happily once she was up, quickly excusing her apologies. "You fall too? I do lots! I Cera, who're you?" Amazed and beyond happy to find another pegasus, and one his age! So badly he wished to be friends with the little white filly, and he had only been in her presence for a few small moments! She spoke better than him, but he'd been almost completely alone and his language was still rather spotty, running of the little he heard as members of the Throat passed him by.

Lullaby didn't explain what she meant, which created even more confusion within the patched colt, but if she meant no harm or viciousness in her words then he didn't mind. Easily he let it slip away, intrigued by her talk of flying. At his questioning she seemed unsure how to explain, but before she did their attention was turned once again to the little white filly that had appeared. She stared at him for awhile, and he self consciously lowered his ears and wings. Was something wrong with him? Yet when she spoke she remained friendly, and Cera tried to shake it off. She introduced herself as Azeen, and Cera smiled. "Hi Azeen!" Stumbling shyly over her name, a little troubled by it.

Cera politely let Lullaby speak to Azeen, but couldn't help but have his attention pulled into the conversation at the mentioning of mothers. When he had met Midas he had spoken of parents. Were mothers part of that? "Mothers? Are they part of parents? I no have any. Do you?" Turning curiously to Azeen, as she was closest to him in age. Where all young equines and Pegasi left without parents? Was it just him? Or did Azeen share this experience?

OOC: Sorry for the lateness and the possible fail, sick as a dog and on an iPod. But I remain faithful :3 haha

The concept of mothers hadn't been explained to Cera yet and he listened carefully to the white filly. Though she understood mothers, Cera was inclined towards fathers considering the role Midas played in his life. He loved his daddy. "Strange...parents no stay long." Cera wasn't bothered by the fact his mother had deserted him. After all he could hardly remember her, and didn't know that it was an unusual and almost cruel thing to do. Lullaby seemed quite distraught that they spoke so casually of not having parents and Cera too frowned. Not wanting the pretty mare to be sad at all.


Azeen was quick to say she had no parents. Cera only hesitated a little before answering in kind both to her and Lullaby's concerned question. "Midas my daddy. He found me. Not real daddy but that okay. He gone a lot though...works for the herd." Midas had a job to do and Cera understood that. But without supervision he wandered quite a lot. Yet he never missed the time Midas would return, always waiting under their tree for him. The idea of a mother however was completely foreign to him. Peacefully retreating into his thoughts as Lullaby and Azeen conversed. Midas tried his hardest to raise Cera well, and he loved him more than words could express. Though he got awful lonely when he had to leave, and found himself rather scared of being abandoned once again. Was that the hole a mother was supposed to fill? Face scrunched slightly, a tad confused and unhappy.

Azeen, too, seemed to be struggling with how to explain her relationship with Sohalia. Just like Midas, Sohalia was not her real mother and clearly wasn't the one to abandon her. Cera nodded to her words, finding they fit his explanation of Midas perfectly. It was a comfort to know that the other foal was like him in this way; confused, the both of them, by the workings of parents. If it weren't for Midas, Cera would be helpless and most likely grow up a sociopath of sorts. He loved the painted warrior and was grateful to be taken under his wing.

Azeen turned her separately colored orbs to rest on him, both of them trying to puzzle their way through this. Nodding at her words, a more serious and confused face replacing the normal cheer and smiles. "Mhm. Sorta. When he goes I take care myself." A little saddened by this. Cera didn't like Midas leaving, and although yes he knows too much at his age in order to take care of himself, it was nice to let someone else do it for him.

Lullaby was clearly in acquaintance of Midas, and Cera smiled at her. "You know daddy?" Excited by the prospect of possibly meeting Lullaby again in the Throat. Then again he rarely left Midas' side when he wasn't working, so it would have to be another time. Maybe all three of them? Cera liked her kind personality and how she explained things well like his father.

He was growing used to sinking back and waiting, watching as the girls talked. Because of this he spotted the newcomers quickly. Disheartened when the other mare was only interested in the unknown Leander. Watching instead the stallion beside her, seeing his worried gaze. Why was he worried? Trotting a little closer, wings shifting naturally. Peering up at him curiously. "Hello!" Smiling brightly at him, letting the made talk with Lullaby and Azeen since she didn't seem interested in his presence. Cera hadn't met another colt before, only the occasional filly, and though the newcomer was a yearling Cera was ecstatic to meet someone else that wasn't an adult.