Was it silly that he expected there to be some kind of ritual? Some sort of special act, some heavenly gathering of the clouds? Was it that ridiculous that, for one instant, he has believed that maybe the winged lion more than he appeared? It was strange, but as their minds brushed against each other, the contact was no rougher than the tiny, wind-veiled particles of sand dancing against the wrinkled, rich fruits suspended high above in hardy desert botany. Yet Cyrus felt as if their mental tracks were being fused together. However, the sensation only lasted for half a second before it ceased, and there was peace. Cyrus, who had closed his golden eyes sometimes during the process, dazedly blinked them open. 

The entire experience had left him more than a little bit cautious of ever breaking curses in the future, to say the least. Letting out a tired groan, the blue-blooded young man clutched his left eye in his palm, trying to get it to regain focus. His eyes felt so dry and itchy- it was a very unpleasant feeling, but Cyrus was raised under the iron rule of his Father, and he could go without any vocal complaints.

When the blurry, foggy world cleared, the boy hummed a few notes in approval. He had little regret with lending a hand, for the first thing he saw was an elegant fountain-esque feather that was more than enough. Snickering happily, the prince temporarily let his emotional and mental armor fall. His eyes sparkled with the light of naivety, though just as fast as it had appeared, the prince regained his composure. He sighed in relief, as he was just about ready to squeal with joy. 

Cyrus' first task was all but complete. Now all he needed to do was take it. As he leaned down, his eyes focused on the lion- or rather, man that was before him. Jaw dropping and golden eyes widening, Cyrus jolted up at what he saw. What in the world? How? Why? What he saw before him was not, in fact, the lion but rather a young man with typical desert attributed. There was also the fact he lacked proper garments. Being the prince, Cyrus quickly averted his eyes and unbuckled his cape. "Here, Mr. Leon, please use my cloak to cover yourself." He said as smoothly as he could, but given the situation, it was very difficult.