The dragonmare was keen to learn more about the titan, though she only showed her interest through her quiet questioning and politely interested gaze. She was oblivious to the heat, the desire, that continued to run rampart through the stallion - her own had been hard-hitting, fleeting, fast - she had almost forgotten its existence, such was the nature of the beast, the dragon, the queen. Lust was momentary - it would have to be an emotion far more permanent, more prominent, for her to cling willingly to the carnal urges her body attempted to orchestrate earlier. As it was, she shed them like a second skin, forgotten and discarded without so much as a care or thought that they might still exist in the stallion - heck, she had been oblivious to his affections, subtle as they were, during the passionate snuggle in any case.

He spoke, and she wondered what he wasn't telling her. Amaris knew who he was, she knew what blood dribbled through his veins, and she could not help but wonder if it influenced him in ways he might not have even been aware of. The dragonmare wore her bloodlines upon her very hide - golden scales spoke of queenliness, of royalty - she was not oblivious to the pressure the history of one's family could have on one's own future. How much had Volterra's family, his mother, the World-Eater, influenced the path he was carving for himself? She recalled the fervour, the passion and love with which he had spoken of her - she wondered if ruling was his ideal or Confutatis'.

In the end, she supposed it didn't matter - what mattered was Volterra, and how he chose to chisel out this path he had laid for himself, what tools he decided to use - would he chip away at it with hammer and hook, would he tear down and rebuild on the foundations of another kingdom, would he seek help on his journey to greatness and strength? All these questions and more, Amaris wanted to ask, to know the answers to - and at the same time, she was afraid to ask them, to know them, for what if his answers revealed her deepest fears?

What if he was the direct counter to her desire for a better world for all? Did he seek to build his dream for all? Or just for himself, and his people - the people he approved of?

Would she be one of them?

It was far too many questions, too many possibilities, too many variables, and all of them weighed down on the dragonmare, all of them wished to be voiced and yet her lips would not craft them. As the companions descended from their play and frivolity, Amaris was brought back to the present moment, the changing tide of conversation and topic was a welcome turn. Food, was a much simpler idea to linger on than the troubles that irked her, and she clung to it with the desperation of a creature desiring nothing more than to flee the current situation. She nodded, caramel locks waving against her nape, elongated tail sweeping as she followed the titan to his 'spot', and put her efforts towards enjoying what was left of the day in companionable silence with him, as they ate, and lived, before giving her soft farewells (and a light brush of maw against cheek), as she departed the loam for whatever may await her.

Amaris