Absorbed in the fluffy substance the lanky colt didn't notice the approaching filly until she was a few lengths from him, shouting a cheerful hello. Slowing and stopping, grassy eyes sparkling like emeralds in his happiness. A goofy but kind smile on his face, welcoming her with boyish charm into his company. "Hello! Swathed in the purest creams, it was hard to see where she ended and the snow around them began. Caramel patterned wings shook themselves free of the snow and folded neatly, effortlessly at his sides. Just as the little doll stared at his wings, so he looked upon her horn with surprise and depthless curiosity. Cera rarely saw these equines, adorned with these sharp horns. Shaking himself and nodding without a second thought. Midas always warned him to be careful, but she was only asking to play, he rationalized. "Okay!" Forelegs lifting off the ground in a little hop, wings unfurling quickly and fluttering as he pranced anxiously in front of her, face bright at finally getting to play with someone his own age. Lowering his head until it nearly touched the snow, shuffling his wings playfully at her. "I'm Cera!"

Cera had never seen a filly of such delicate nature, though in his kind Azeen didn't count. She was well educated and intelligent, and the colt held her in a different but no less revered position. A smile drew on her face in response to his, and Cera marveled at how similar their statutes were. He rarely saw other foals, and was still wrapping his mind around the fact that this wasn't an adult. The girl proposed a game of tag, and the cream and sand patched colt nodded eagerly. 

Bittern wings shifted so Cera could look at them with puzzlement. He hadn't actually taken to the skies yet, but he used his wings for everything. It was going to be strange and a little difficult to go against that nature. Shrugging and nodding in acquiescence. "Nice to meet you too!" he chirped happily, the emotion transferring through his body in a show of stretched wings and pricked ears. Jade eyes watched her milky form curiously as she danced away from him, only to widen in realization and with a half laugh, half shout he jumped after her. Making sure to keep his wings only halfway uncurled, solely for the balance he didn't know how to live without. Gangly legs striking out as he lurched quickly for her, hoping to tag her before she could gather herself and run.

Just as the filly was entranced by his wings, the lanky colt was staring in awe at her spiraled horn. What would it be like to have that on his head? Did it have a use? It seemed like it would be rather in the way a lot. But it was beautiful and exotic and with the short attention span of his youth it was a rather attractive feature. He hadn't learned how to fly yet and didn't know the joy of taking to the skies, but he had seen the serene look that was always present whenever another Pegasus touched down back to earth in the Throat. Perhaps flying was better. He wouldn't know what to do without his wings.

Cera didn't mind that he hadn't gotten to her, laughing as he pushed with his wings to steady himself, forcefully reminding his brain not to use it as a speed advantage. Watching as she tumbled into the snow, exclaiming over its frigid contents. Having seen his chance as she'd fallen, the patchy colt sped forward, more of a bounding gait as it made traveling through the snow easier. Muzzle reaching out towards her as he drew close while she stood. "I will get you!" A playfully sworn promise, emerald eyes twinkling happily.

A sense of accomplishment swept over him as Cera felt her hide beneath his muzzle. She squealed, admitting she had been tagged and it was Cera's turn to run. He quickly turned and with a tiny push of his wings that he quickly stopped, he fled over the whiteness, heels kicking up a little in joy. As she tumbled down again, the gentleman in him that grew with age tugged at him. Cera turned and started to go back to help her, but she popped back up unharmed. Her giggle chased after him and he spun back around, knowing the pattern of his caramel wings were obvious compared to her milky body.

As she called back after him, her voice enticed him to quicken his legs. Dodging a few trees. The cold was starting to seep in, becoming gradually more obvious as time passed, but youthful joy kept it miraculously at bay. "Come and get me!" Calling back to her in a playful taunt. She was drawing closer, and he rounded another tree with a giggle, the adrenaline of the chase and the simple fear of being tagged making his heart race and giving him a giddy feeling. Without the full use of his wings it was a fair game, and Cera knew she was bound to tag him back soon.

Ice had formed a barrier over the top of the snow, making it somewhat painful to break through it. Not all of the snow was affected, and Cera was having too much fun to notice the scratches on his legs, but it was there all the same. Normally Cera would have used his wings to avoid these spots anyways, but he had promised Wanyecha that he wouldn't use them to an unfair advantage.

A light feminine voice called back at him, much closer than the colt had expected. He didn't dare look behind him for fear of slipping or running into a tree, sure that he wouldn't be able to find the wraith in this perfectly matched world anyways. A soft but firm touch to his flank had him squealing in surprise and an explosion of adrenaline as his heart skipped a few beats. Legs tangling in what hadn't happened for a time, sending him sprawling into the snow, wings tucked in protectively. Laughing as he landed legs sprawled to the skies, wings half extended on either side. Skittering up and shaking himself, wings folding back in as Cera searched for the other youngling. "You got me!"

All that met his ears was a giggle as the tiny fae turned and dashed off. Cera laughed and ran after her, trying to keep his eyes on a form that flickered in and out of existence. The light played tricks on her coat and turned her almost invisible, blending into the snow like a wraith. It was hard to believe she was real at all.

What Cera did see was when she sprung up as high as she could, legs tucked neatly beneath her. The sky was visible beneath her and he was reassured to know she was still within sight. The landing he witnessed scared him, and her squeal of pain had him completely forgetting anything about wings. Eyes wide he snapped them out quickly and pushed them earthbound as he leaped forward. He was at her side just as she turned and limped towards him.

Caramel muzzle extended to soothingly touch her poll, wishing only to comfort. Big emerald eyes were worried and anxious as he lowered his head to inspect her leg. Not daring to touch it. "I'm sorry...I can get my herd healer?" Sidling up so they were side by side, draping a wing over her to shelter her from the cold like Midas did. Both of them were smaller than a normal horse and the cold was fierce when they weren't moving and playing- he didn't want her in an even worse condition. Being so close didn't seem strange to him, Cera was too young to know of all that. He was nervous and felt positively awful that Wanyecha had been hurt. She didn't smell of the Throat...did she have a home he could take her to? Could he even do it? He was still so young he only knew to call Midas or the healer he had briefly met, Onni.

Intensely worried emerald eyes surveyed her leg as it reached towards the earth, testing her weight as carefully as a butterfly alighting on a stilled muzzle. Switching only then to her face that was creased but did not seem to further itself into pain. Even with this comfort Cera didn't move from his stance, keen on watching her for any signs of pain.

Her smile was courageous for such a young filly, and Cera felt only a slight chip of his worry fade away. Knowing she had a healer at her home made him feel a little more comfortable. The snow was coming down hard now that he had time to actually notice it, and all play had vanished from his normally innocent face, leaving behind only worry. "Staying out here won't help..." Frowning at the snow as if it had caused this, which it had if you thought about it. Cera hadn't been in the Threshold that he could remember, his nights and days had all been loneliness and adventuring until Midas. But Wanyecha seemed to know a place and he nodded to say he would follow.

The word mom caught his ears and though he was terribly curious, he didn't ask of it yet. What was important now was getting her to the place she spoke of and letting her rest. Though his innocent little face was crinkled and worried, he lifted his wing from her back to instead shield them both so that they could walk. It wasn't going to be easy keeping them up like that the entire time but he only wanted to help. "Alright. Maybe I should go with you home after we find it...I no want you alone..." Worriedly twitching his muzzle, knowing it wouldn't be easy for her to make the trek alone with her ankle. Boundaries and herds didn't matter to him at this age. After all what did he know about it? Helping Wanyecha was his only purpose at the moment. Pushing forward through the snow and staying close in case he needed to offer her a shoulder. Outside he was calm but worried, but inside he was scared. What if he was doing something wrong? What if he did something and ended up hurting her worse?

[[ooc: I don't know when domby will be back on so skipping for now since it has been a few days~]]

It was getting darker by the minute. Days had shortened during the fierce Frostfall, and Cera started to feel the pull that dragged him home normally much sooner than this. Caught between wanting to make sure Wanyecha was okay and running to greet Midas from his duties. But he knew the right thing to do was stay with the filly. She was hurt after all and Cera couldn't ever leave her like that.

Shelter was found but imperfect. Cera kept his wings aloft to help keep the snow off her. His shoulders and wing muscles ached painfully making him want to whinper but he remained quiet. This was for Wanyecha. He worried for her, she had already become a dear friend to him. Their blood didn't bother him, the horned and wingless girl was funny and endearing and he was delighted to have a new friend. Disappointed that she wasn't from the Throat.

A noise from the distance had both ears flickering up and turning like dials. Something achingly familiar struck him and the tiny colt waited, trembling with anticipation for it to come again. Surely enough it did but much closer. His name, being called out by his father. Sounding panicked and desperate. Worried, little heart beating nervously, Cera excused himself breathlessly and jumped out from their cover, emerald eyes searching the skies.

He had not yet learned to fly and couldn't take to the sky to find his father. "Daddy! Daddy!" Whinnying as loudly as he could, thin forelegs pulling off the earth as his form came into view, spinning slightly on his hind legs. Prancing to the closest open spot in the trees so that Midas could spot him. Turning to Wanyecha and smiling brightly. "Wanyecha! Come meet my daddy!" Unable to beckon her with his wings that drooped painfully.