Little raven hardly seems to suit you-

So you don't know about me. He didn't tell you.. Surely if Nymeria had spoken to Volterra about Isopia, she would know the origin of her nickname. Would know why she had been so labeled by Nymeria's counterpart. Briefly Isopia considered changing into a raven to demonstrate why the name was perhaps more apt that Nym had believed, but the two dragons on her back would make such a shift difficult. That, and if Nymeria didn't know ... why tell her?

Isopia listened impassively as she was re-named by this dark mare. She didn't mind, of course. Since she so greedily kept her name (more or less) to herself, the onus was often on others to figure out something to call her. She passed no judgement on the names they thought of - though as Nym pointed out, the sounds that left her lips seemingly echoed a garburator, but Iso kept silent.  Though given that there was no translation offered, Isopia wondered just what the words might actually mean. Insults didn't work well on the demigoddess, her mind was far too distant and sterile to take any real offence, but it did make her wonder just the same.

"I am also called The Mountain that Knows, if that is still too much of a mouthful." She offered casually, shrugging her draconian shoulders as she mentioned her title. Horses she hadn't even met knew of her new epithet, and so it wouldn't have surprised her if this information was not knew to Nymeria. Unlike her real name, she did not keep her LT hidden.

... Who gave you the name kis holló anyways

Isopia blinked, her mind whirling with theories beneath her mask of neutrality.

Don't you know? She wondered, you must know... She hadn't heard anyone else speak the Hungarian dialect that Volterra did. It wouldn't be surprising to learn that there were others in Helovia who spoke it ... but if he did, surely Nymeria did as well.

You know who did Her mind thought slyly, and then began to wonder why the dark mare was even asking.

Isopia, who had become quite the skilled liar, if not still an inept manipulator (as her last encounter with Volterra displayed), because speaking after only a pause, the words flowing loosely and without any of the pent-up bitterness that still wracked her chest at the thought of the ruby-eyed stallion. "Your brother. The first time we met. I ... did not look like this. The name was more fitting, then. " Actually, all of that was true. She left it vague just how long ago that encounter had been, unsure as to whether it would be better for Nymeria to think that they had only met once or twice, or whether their (former) long-standing friendship would be a benefit. Given that Isopia was sure Nymeria was asking questions she already knew  the answers to, she was hesitant to give out more information than what was strictly required.

But that was her M.O all over, and so she didn't think it would seem out of character.