He comes, then. The spotted one, the one whose image is burnt behind the brute's eyes from a memory of his youth. Dying mares, needless brutality, clashing men...then again, when he's older, spotted flesh intruding on his meeting with Colt, the woman he would one day take for his own.

The spotted one does not seem devastated at the black mare's passing, to say the least. Whilst Volterra's attenton swings towards the unicorn, his dragons remain hunched by the dead queen's body, their haunting song aching in the doldrums of his heart. There's something about dragonsong that is otherwordly - it's eerie, dark, yet beautiful, all in one. Perhaps it's the fact that he knows dragons, especially his two, can be remorseless killing machines who douse the world in blood and fire, so to hear them singing is a far cry from the brutality he knows them to be capable of. Yet it is a sign of quite how close the scaled ones are to their own kind, if they can actually feel the passing, and feel it to such an extent that they drag their bonded halfway across Helovia to be part of the death.

Another equine comes, his dog at heel, then a unicorn stallion who has the unusual privilege of actually being taller than the earthen titan, albeit only by a fraction. The black colossus looks between the pair, unspeaking, a simple pillar of strength beside the dragonmare with whom he had spent many happy hours as a boy. He does not make to touch Amaris, but his presence beside her will hopefully offer some semblance of comfort, similar to the harmonious funeral song that his dragons are giving her mother's queen.

Vérzés' song ends as he backs away from the corpse and flares his wings to take to the heavens. He circles high above, a red-scaled sentinel, hardly beating his wings as he glides on an updraft. Vadir does not move, still crouched beside her fellow golden queen, her song not wavering despite the fact it now warbles on alone, a mournful dirge through the crisp fall air.

A pegasus mare follows, who receives a perfunctory flicker of the stallion's gaze. He says nothing, content to stand and watch proceedings. His mental bond with his dragons has trickled down to the thinnest of tendrils as they close their minds off even from his own, and he is loathe to drag them away, especially Vadir. He will stay for as long as she wishes to lament, silently watching proceedings like a shadow. ""