Home again home again. It struck Cera as a bit strange how infrequently she ever entered into the sheltered part of her family's nesting site. Then again, she didn't often stay at her family's nesting site, did she? She came their for sleep, breakfast, dinner, occasionally lunch, and that was about it. It wasn't her fault: no one ever stuck around her nest, usually. Sometimes Tria stayed home to do something with Tricia, but usually everyone went off and met with their cliques almost as soon as breakfast was finished.
The sheltered area comprised of a rather shallow cave (so shallow that she was hesitant to even CALL it cave) that was biggest enough to fit all four of them with some degree of movement space, but not much else. Still, coming out of the blistering wind and snow, she looked around at the ugly blackened limestone walls with a fond smile.
"Ah... it's a lot warmer in here," she sighed, shaking a little to shed all the fog water off of her body. "Me and Tricia are really glad you found us. It was about as easy to see out there as the inside of a Spiketail's nose-- and about as comfortable too." She turned to look out of the cave and watch the swirls of frost being blown around in the fog. Now that she was out of it, it was kind of pretty.
'My dad's right,' she thought to herself, more convinced now that there was something positive to see about the pretty particles of ice. 'In a few days the sun will melt everything. I might as well try enjoy the sparkles in the fog while I still-'
Her eyes locked on something outside of her den. She could barely see anything outside the swirls of fog and wind, but one she had spotted it, she found she couldn't look away from it. There were two spots of light in the white haze behind the curtain of seeping icy mist. The two spots were close together, probably no more than a foot apart.
They were elevated more than twenty feet off the ground.
She blinked. The lights weren't there anymore. Cera raised an eyebrow and shook her head. 'Poor shining buzzers didn't know what hit them,' she thought to herself. She turned back to her family, watching as Tria was drying off Tricia while her dad was shaking off his own coat of fog water and asked: "So we just wait here until it starts to get warmer, right?"
