What do you think? She likes to make him think, this one. It makes a change from having all his numerous questions answered without a thought, challenges him to use the brain inside his head. Again he pauses, adopting a thoughtful expression with one hindleg cocked to rest his weight as he ponders the question. There can only be one answer, surely. Amaris can only be descended from royalty. "Both?" Bloodied gaze looks up at her hopefully, ears riveted forward and alert.

He gives her a quizzical look at her gentle laughter, wondering what she's thinking. If he knew, he would be quite keen to correct her on the aspect of having an active father figure - Volterra has only met the man who sired him once, at his birth. The black behemoth gave him his name and his amulet, gave his sister her dragon, introduced them to his grandson who attended the birth and ensured they were all adequately protected, then he was gone. Gone, back to his equine herd miles outside Helovia, where he reigns supreme with his green queen at his side, with foals who obviously mean a lot more to him than Volterra and Nymeria. But the colt is quite content with the family he has; he admires his father and that admiration is only heightened by the sense of mystery that surrounds the man who donated him half his genes, who gave him his black coat and white forelegs and obsession with dragons. Family to the youngster is simple; Confutatis and Nymeria are his world, his everything. He will never be lonely with them at his side...at least, not until Nymeria's egg hatches and she becomes bonded, until the creature he so admires takes the girl he loves away from him.

He decides to ask Amaris more details about the bond, to find out the extent which he is likely to lose his sister. Will she forsake him completely once her black hatches? His gaze travels back to the dragons, listening as the mare reveals that they are spirits. "So your magic makes them real again? That's amazing." An even higher sense of awe takes the colt as he looks at the red and the green, brought back to life by magic. The young titan has a basic grasp of life and death and knows this must be an unusual occurence, knows this means the dragons should be afforded an even higher respect.

He stays perfectly still as the red descends towards him, twitching not even a muscle for fear he will scare it off. It comes towards his muzzle and a small giggle of utter delight leaves him at the sensation. "Woah," he says, for what feels like the hundredth time. Gently he inhales through his nostrils to drink in the scent of the red, then puffs slowly out in greeting, also hoping to softly ruffle the wings and see how they move. But, internally, his heart sinks - having a dragon, even one that is neither alive nor bonded to him, close to him makes him forget everything around him in favour of tunnel vision towards the beautiful creature by his muzzle. How on earth can he hope to compete with an actual bonded dragon when his sister has one? She will want to spend every waking hour with her black dragon, will forsake her black brother in favour of the scaled magnificence that will forever adorn her shoulder.

He looks to Amaris, deciding one more question can't hurt - if she was going to kick him and tell him to stop bugging her, she would surely have already done so. "Do you know...what it's like, to be bonded to a dragon?" he asks, voice a lot shyer than it has been. She is not bonded herself, that is now clear, yet she is more worldly than him and if her mother had a gold as he suspects, Amaris will hopefully know at least some details. "It's just...my twin, she has an egg. I'm worried that when it hatches she won't love me anymore, because she'll have her dragon and the bond with a dragon has got to be pretty intense, right?" Such irony! He is soon to be in direct competition for Nymeria's affections with the creature he admires the most, the creature he is devoted to.