Snow wasn't as new to Cera now as it had been a few weeks prior. He wasn't one to stay in the borders, especially of Midas had taken him out into the surrounding lands and he became familiar with then. Playing with Wanyecha in the large snow drifts in the Threshold had familiarized the gangly colt to the joys of playing in the freezin powdery substance. Midas was once again off doing his duties and Cera decided he wouldn't wander today. Maybe he could get more acquainted with the others in his herd. It wasn't something he particularly liked doing, but the Earth God had assured him nothing had would happen if he made a few friends that weren't his father.

So that's how he got there at least. Long gangly legs kicking out in childish joy, little puffs of snow following wherever he bucked and twisted in his own little game. Cera would grow to be tall and thin, and so as a colt he was dreadfully small in mass. The wind cut right through him despite the protection of his wings. Often he found himself wracked with shivers, mewling miserably for Midas. Playing kept his body heat up, and it was a good way to exercise too. A loud sneeze nearly had him tumbling over himself in shock. Emerald eyes, wide and curious, scanned the area for the source of the noise. Spotting a grey form, much larger than him, not far into the treelike. Whinnying happily to announce his presence and stretching out his legs to run and meet the other youngster.

As he approached his eyes found another smaller also walking towards the colt that had sent up such a flurry of noise. She seemed more his age, and he called out to them, wings folded up against his sides and ears pricked, eyes alight with joy at finding company. "Hello! Who are you?" Looking between the filly and yearling colt to show he was asking them both the same question. Smiling his normal bright welcoming smile. The filly looked a little hesitant and he wanted her to come forth, not scare her away by seeming mean.

Horned youth spoke, a name that Cera was sadly sure he would have to practice in order to say it correctly. The older colt, bright eyed and interested in their presence, announced himself. Yol. A much easier name to remember, though the patched up Pegasus thought Mystique's name was unique and intricate. Realizing only then that he was the last to give his name, giggling and shaking his head, ears flapping as he shook the sticky flakes from where they clung stubbornly to his forelock. "I'm Cera!" Noticing Yol's interest, also confused by his draft influences. Cera was thin and feminine and was rathe awed by the sturdy yearling.

Sudden movement towards Mystique startled the thin colt, and delight welled in his breast as the words were shouted out. Memories of frolicking in the snow with Wanyecha appeared in his mind. Mystique looked almost lost before a light dawned in her face, whinnying happily and gaining a mischievous, amused giggle as she peered at him playfully. Watching as she sped after Yol with a speed Cera couldn't accomplish without his wings.

Long legs carefully extended as he trotted behind them, careful not to be lost and forgotten but letting the little fae chase down the darker male. Amused and entertained by this turn of events. Making sure to watch the drifts, Wanyecha's injury still clear in his young mind. He'd never been around more than one foal before, and never from his herd...hopping gleefully at this thought. Did that mean he could have more permanent friends? Quickening his pace in exuberance to catch up to them as Mystique danced away from Yol, hopping around and crying out the fun she was having. Cera nodded and laughed, sidling closer to her since Yol was the one who was it and she was currently safe territory. Emerald eyes sparkling happily as he watched Yol carefully.