But this is all in the future. Right now, he is just a stranger to her; it will take a lot to earn her trust.

As the leviathan says her name, she whips around and fixes him with a glare that Vadir would be proud of. He has to fight against the proud grin that tries its best to barge onto his lips, because it's good to see that his fiesty attitude has passed down to his firstborn daughter. Instead his face remains impassive, but there's a joyous twinkle in his eye as he continues to meet her gaze.

His attention only wavers when the ground nearby erupts into a pool of thorny vines, which whip ominously towards him as though about to snag in his flesh and hold him in place....until they tangle around themselves and form a slightly less scary bundle of spikes. A couple of fronds free themselves and wave threateningly at him, and he raises an eyebrow in their direction. "You have magic?" he says, obviously impressed - albeit not with her handling of said magic, but it takes practice. Volterra had almost died the first time he used his own magic, although the memory brings Isopia's face into his mind and his insides twist miserably.

Now, however, he has far more control over the blessings in his blood, and he even has a second magic - from the ground beside him comes a great golem the same size as him, horse-shaped and rippling with veins of molten fire. Its eyes are pits of magma rage and its stone form lumbers dully forwards a step, close enough for its lava veins to softly singe away a couple of the vines that the filly had created. With considerable mental control, the beast prevents his golem from attacking - as that is what his creations are driven to do - and instead has it trundle along to stand beside him again, glowing dangerously and rippling with monolithic strength. He's not quite sure what made him create it - a desire to show off to his daughter, maybe, and let her know that she comes from loins of power.

"I have been searching Helovia for you, Sabre," he rumbles, for even though she hadn't confirmed her name, her defensive reaction is all the confirmation he needs. "Your brother misses you." This is the truth; it makes him ache that Kid cherishes Sabre's company so much more than he does Volterra's, but the stallion knows the bond of twins better than most. He sees something of himself in Kid and Nymeria in Sabre, and that is why he has thrown his resources into finding her. "My name is Volterra." He hesitates for a moment to let that sink in; will she know his name? Know who he is? Just in case, he adds; "Your father."