Hot, arid wind caressed the pale tendrils upon the Prince's crest, tickling them gently across his skin and offering a brief respite from the heat he had lived in the entirety of his life. His rank did not ask him to patrol as often as the warriors of the sand, his duties restricted to merely patrolling in the wilds when he was called upon for each season. Cera had always taken it upon himself to do them nonetheless, if only to excuse the warriors from the tail end of their duties. He understood their desires for time alone, relaxation, but he always hoped they would find their loved ones with the spare time he had afforded them. They are not Midas, Ilaria reminded him softly. Cera sighed softly, aware of the fact that she was right, but it never stopped him from patrolling anyways. As if he had anywhere else to be, anything else to be doing.

Emerald eyes caught the dark form on the shore easily, for it stood out like a blemish upon the pale cream and clay red of the earth beneath it. Frowning softly to himself, Cera dipped his right wing towards the crystal waters below, drifting closer to the farther shore where the land bridge had once existed. The closer he came the more he squinted down upon the solitary figure, dipping the bridges of his wings and allowing the wind to slice over them, dropping his altitude as he fell from the sky to approach the patient newcomer. Wings buffeted against the sands as he hovered where he was, slowing his descent, sand and surf shifting beneath the power of his overgrown wings as his hooves touched down in the shallows of the water. 

She seemed so familiar...though even Ilaria could not properly place the child. Still...Cera recognized the lightning striking permanently upon her skin, and wondered if she was a lost and forgotten child of the Throat. 

"I am Cera, Golden Prince of the Dragon's Throat. What is it you seek?" Ilaria preened ridiculously upon his shoulderblades, for Cera rarely if ever spoke the title he'd been given as an adolescent by those around him. Though he did not fully understand it himself, he still felt pride and honor regarding the name that preceded him. He would use it here, if only to satisfy whatever budding curiosity may be arising in the woman's head.