Mind doesn't track how long he has stayed there kneeling on the little patch of warm ground he has made for himself. The smile has refused to fade, trying to keep his spirits up even when everything else was bleak and sad. The trembling has become a full body shaking that comes in spurts, like an I controllable seizure. At one point Cera thinks he tried to get up and find somebody, but had crumpled back down to resign himself to his fate of freezing. He is awed and frightened equally by these feelings of cold.

At first when the sound of strong gait approaches, Cera's little heart flutters thinking it is Midas, come at last to wrap him in his warmth with loving eyes. Just as quickly he knows it is not to be. The frail colt knows well the steps of his father and these are different. Weary green eyes blink dreadfully slowly open as the sound comes nearer. A golden stud stands before him, in a way that Cera recognizes to beckon him forward. It is friendly and assuring. He smells of the Throat when the wind shifts. The disfigured face is taken in but not judged. For Cera sees, after that, only his eyes. Wishing to help but letting Cera take those last few steps.

Cera's smile is a little delirious in his current state and he's most likely a pitiful sight to behold. But his motto is to always smile so it remains. With a pitiful little bleating sound he manages to unfurl his long thin legs. Hardly able to feel them as he stands. Normally his wings would have extended by now to help balance him but he is cold and much more concerned with staying warm than falling over. The little sprite was always clumsy because of them anyways.

Wobbling forward he reaches out for the male, feeling almost close to tears with relief. Hysteria nearly has him choking for a moment. The male had asked without words if he could approach but Cera had always been outgoing. Choosing to try and make it there himself. Only a few steps are managed before he sinks back down to the earth in a sprawl. It was rather comedic. No longer having the energy to whine or pout. Instead smiling brightly at the helper, so contagious is his own smile that it seems even his eyes are doing it. "H-He-Hello!" Barely a squeak of his usual voice but Cera knew his manners.

Once he has regained his lost strength he repeats the process. But this time he makes it to the savior who hasn't spoken a word. Pressing close to his side with violent shivers. Wondering if he would allow this. His legs ached in protest at standing but seemed content to hold him up so long as he didn't try to walk. The warmth is contagious and a little whimper escapes in gratitude as he tucks tiny head against broad shoulder. "I-I'm Ce-Cera! Who're y-you?" Ever the inquisitive little thing even in such drastic situations. Fixing an adoring thankful smile to beam at Lynx.

Golden stag remains unmoving as Cera struggles through these simple tasks. Each step and movement is a hurdle that he must face alone. This seems to be an understanding between them. More than anything Cera wants to be strong, like his father. He knew that his thin build wouldn't help him, most likely never would, but such realizations wouldn't come for as few years. For now, this small struggle contented him. If he could do this on his own, then at least he had done something.

No words meet his shaky hello, only a dip of head. At first Cera is confused. He was a talker, and quite used to chattering the ear off Midas on most occasions. Such a quiet fellow, even if it was born from physical impairment, was momentarily stunning to the colt. It is such a relief to hold himself against Lynx that Cera can do no less than remain pitifully sagged against him for a few moments. Tucked away in his shoulder, emerald eyes shut against the world. Inhaling his new scent and blocking out the world for the few snatches of time that he could. Gaze upon his form is not unnoticed, but Cera is not even close to being his normal energetic self. For any other coal in his condition he seemed hyper, but this was nothing compared to how he normally was.

At last he opened tired but happy eyes to gaze at the stranger. Nameless, he begins to draw in the snow. Cera stretches his neck, reluctant to move. Content huddling against Lynx. When the picture is complete, Cera stares at it. It's clearly a cat of some sort. But it's so small! Is it a kitten? Tuning confused and searching orbs to the golden stallion's face. "K-Kitty?" Saying it as a question but with confidence. Was the stallion's name Kitty? That was strange. Tilting his head in further confusion. "Nickname?"

Though an older horse would either know the animal or realize it wasn't an exactly masculine name, Cera was innocent and delighted by such a fun name. Smiling until his eyes crinkled and he giggled tiredly. Reaching up to gently press velveteen muzzle to sunny cheek. Swishing his little tail and moving impossibly closer. "Kitty!" Declaring it with exuberance that was weakened by his exhaustion. Little hooves stamping the snow and giggling at how the name rolled off his tongue. It was such a fun word! But he soon grew tired and stopped, returning his face to the crook of Kitty's shoulder with a shudder that wracked his body and a little sniffle. Smile never leaving at the new word.

Once the giggles subside Cera looks up adoringly at Lynx, seeing the little smile on his face and assuming he'd guessed right. Stamping his hooves in childish joy has sent a tiny surge of warmth up his long skinny legs and he momentarily revels in it. Lynx is warm and comfortable beside him and it's a great leap from before.

The exhaustion creeps back up onto him and he cuddles back against the golden shoulder with a weary sigh. Giving a little jolt of surprise when Lynx extends his leg to scuff up the ground. Watching as a medium depression was etched out after a few moments. When he stills again, Cera blinks up at him when a soft bump issues against his neck. Following where he pointed to the little area before them.

A tad confused, but starting to get the gist of what Lynx is saying, Cera watches his movements. He settles slowly along the outside of it, curling around it and looking up at the little colt. Feeling intimately the disappearance of his warmth, Cera staggers forward simply to regain that closeness. His eyes are friendly and encouraging and at last the thin pegasus understands what he's asking of him. Lowering himself until he is kneeling once again, much like he had been when Lynx had first found him. Shuffling closer until he is curled within the contours of the stallion's body. At last uncurling his wings to create a canopy between them, letting the air glide over his feathers and create a space for their warmth to circulate wherever they aren't touching. Laying his head once again on Lynx's shoulder and gazing up at him. The shivers are slowly decreasing and Cera is much more interested in figuring out what Lynx is like.

Turning his head curiously at the older male. "Kitty? That hurt?" Gently pointing his muzzle at the horn, eyes big and innocent. It doesn't scare him, he's only concerned that his Kitty could possibly ever be in pain. Worry is evident on his little face and he presses muzzle just below his cheek. Was there anything Cera could do? He asks this question with his body and expression.

As his wing is slid over the both of them, Lynx nodded in approval. Cera's face glowed happily at doing something that had not passed through the mind of one much older and wiser. Midas was the only one to praise him for such things, and to receive it from Lynx was both strange and uplifting. To know that someone other than his father could praise him at all was encouraging. They were shuffled close together, spreading the warmth Lynx held in his body to Cera. The colt was talkative no matter what situation, and even if he was freezing he still wanted to question Lynx. He couldn't help it, he was a curious babe, and Lynx had already been taken into the fold of Cera's wings to become his friend. Whether Lynx knew it or not, they were now tied together as friends and family.

As the chill melts away they look to each other, and Lynx nodded to his question. Innocent green eyes turn sad and pained at the admission. Lynx was so kind and had taken him to his side when Cera needed it most. What had he ever done to deserve such a thing? He wasn't surprised to find his eyes a little teary. "Why? Why? Kitty not bad!" It tears him apart to know that Lynx is in any sort of pain, when he is already a friend to the colt. "Can Daddy Earth help? Gods help?" He understood the term 'Father Earth' but he couldn't pronounce it as well. Could the Gods cure Lynx of his impairment? Or at least cure him of his pain?

Confusion is evident on the dull gold of Lynx's face, despair keeping this vision from Cera. For him, life has been fair the moment Midas found him on his rounds. After his abandonment, everything had been a slow climb upward. There was no such thing as bad luck, fate, unfairness to the babe. Lynx's, therefore, was both a shock and an utmost tragedy to him. He simply couldn't comprehend why in the world Lynx would end up with something that hurt him when he seemed so kind.

Muzzle brushed and nuzzled his neck comfortingly, if hesitantly. Little tears that had once glassed green eyes budded and fell onto sandy cheeks. Imagining the pain, exaggerated in his young mind, frightenend him. Only calming to a few hiccups when Lynx shrugged, clearly unsure if the Gods could cure his pain. Blinking away fuzzy, swimming vision to look at him. "C-Can you try? Ask?" Pressing on desperately, not wanting to give up if there was even a minute chance of helping him.

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At last desperate pleas were answered by a silent nod. Though heart continued to throb painfully for the stallion's predicament, worries were placated by the simple motion. Cera's blind faith in the Gods was innocent and not meant to harm, but he believed wholeheartedly that they could cure Lynx of his pain and inability to speak. Dark muzzle brushed tiny light one and Cera smiled up at him, showing that he was okay now that he was sure Lynx would ask for help from the Gods. Lynx has already unwittingly been admitted into Cera's ever growing list of friends and adopted family. There would be no way for him to shake Cera from him now, as he was much too fond of his Kitty to let him avoid the little colt. 

Lynx would be a good father, Cera thought idly. He was kind, patient, and quiet. Though that wasn't quite something he chose or controlled. Though he blanched at the thought of not having Midas as his father. It was simply inconceivable. When Lynx looked back at him he giggled and pulled at his ear like a playful puppy, careful to use only his lips. Without him even noticing it, his body had warmed and he was no longer shivering or cold at all. Lynx was a surprisingly thorough heater. Blinking slowly as he realized this. "No more cold!" Chirping happily, wings fluttering joyfully and the one laying over Lynx being careful not to smack him. Cera did have a knack for clumsiness after all.