But that's a long way away. The circle of stone doesn't even have any water in it yet, and Volterra prays to every God he knows that his creation will obey Isopia's will. He shifts his gaze to the nearby stream, then follows the water's movement as the filly shifts it to the base of their creation. To the monolith's utter delight, it stays where it is. You did it! she exclaims, and he shoots her a toothy grin, his fatigue momentarily forgotten. "Did you ever doubt me?" His words are lighthearted and he pumps out his chest in mock pride - or maybe not so mock, because he is secretly delighted with his achievement. He built his biggest structure yet, and it didn't collapse into dust the moment he relaxed his concentration. The true scope of his magic has suddenly become apparent - the things he will be able to achieve when he's older and stronger!

He sends a silent thanks to whatever generous benefactor gifted him with his abilities, although he secretly hopes it was Isopia's father the Earth God, because that's poetic. The giant man gave him an amulet, so why not his powers, too? Perhaps it was all a grand plan of his to give Volterra something that would appeal to Isopia, to draw the two together like either end of a magnet. Had the God perhaps had a hand in giving him his dragon, too? After all, if it weren't for Vérzés' hatching, the two may never have met. This train of thought is one the giant hadn't considered up until now, because he does not believe in fate; he believes in achieving one's future based on one's own abilities. Yet he did like the idea of being moulded by the Earth God into an ideal suitor - friend, he meant, friend, not suitor, definitely not - for his daughter.

Or maybe that's all bullshit and he just got lucky.

Her words drag him back to reality, and for a moment he's not sure he's heard correctly. Are his tired ears playing tricks with him, or did she just invite him into the hot tub? With her? "That's a good idea. For, uhm, science. Wouldn't want to spill water all over the...." He looks around, desperately searching for an excuse. "...ground." Yes, definitely. Can't have the ground getting wet. What if winter comes early and freezes the water spillage and they slip and break their legs? See, Volterra is getting into the hot tub with Isopia for their own safety. Nothing else. Most definitely.

He shifts towards the creation, stumbling slightly as he tries to remember how to work his aching legs. He stands close to the lip where the inside can be accessed, and gestures with his head, not wanting to take the glory of being the first one inside their structure. "Ladies first," he rumbles, ever the gentleman.

@[Isopia]