A sort of jittery fear has taken over the innocent face of the child that wandered across the red sands. Where one laughter and joy painted his sweet face, a dark sort of suspiciousness has taken root in its depths. Even as he trilled and laughed and sprang about as he always had, the cherub never strayed from the borders now. Should he ever find himself startled his first instinct now was to run for dear life to the side of his father. It affected him in little ways, but even so he was a bright ray of sunshine to match their desert homeland. d'Artagnan's attack had left a scar that stretched over the entire width of his chest, and it pained him to see it in the oasis now. But no. Today was not a day for succumbing to his inner nightmares. Today, he would gallop over the sand and let the wind and the sky help him forget all that had happened to him.

Long spindly legs that will never be a source of great power draws him along the bottom of the only home he has ever known. The only home he ever hopes to know. Frost and sandy mane snaps and flutters as he only increases his pace, impossibly green eyes sparkling like the gems they are so often compared to. His wings have remained a brilliant white for moons now, the blood that once stained the innocence of his feathers long since washed away. Flying lessons have been going well, and it bonds him further with his father and the intriguing Hototo whom he is quickly growing fond of. It is today that he practices, strong downward strokes that push him into the skies as he is close to sprinting. Keeping him aloft for long moments before he inevitably must land.

Sadness and disappointment have stopped clouding his emotions when his hooves touch down. His inexperience will fade away with time, and his thin, nimble body would give him the advantage in the skies. Fluffy bundle clings tightly to his back and mane, and Cera knows that his dearest companion has long since learned how to hold on when the colt simply needs to fly. Either over the sand or in the skies. She is hidden in the small space between his wings, claws holding tight to his mane. Cera is only now starting to understand how deeply you can love someone, because he loves Ilaria more than words can express. It grows deeper with every moment, and though Midas warned him of the eclipse and its numbing effect, Cera can't help but find her presence endearing and calming.

Their run must end swiftly though, as a pair appears in the near horizon. Slowing quickly lest he barrel into them, the lanky colt skipped up to them with a radiant smile on his face. She is young, and smells clearly of the Throat. Older than him, but she reminds him much of Yol in her age. Ever cheerful he bounced up to her, energy endless and a constant source of mingled endearment and annoyance from the family he has forcefully adopted. Oh yes, Cera has created quite the fold. A flock of sorts. If he likes you, he 'adopts' you and you're forever on his list. And should you be sucked into this surprising family you shall receive: endless love from the ball of sunshine himself, a new stalker, broken ears from incessant chatter, and worn off hairs from all the nuzzling you shall receive. A bit like an ad? Well of course. "Hi! I'm Cera!" Big doe like eyes staring at her with a brilliant smile, eagerly awaiting her reply. Ilaria crawled up onto his head and flopped there, peering down at the pair. Cera's eyes turned to stare in awe at the hellhound that leaned against the young woman's legs, ADHD tendencies already zoning in on this new and wonderful discovery.