Given how often some variety of fate had brought Isopia and Volterra together during their lives, it shouldn't be surprising that they found their way to one another again. Only if Isopia had it her way, she would have picked literally any other day and time for this unhappy reunion.

It had all started right here in fact - which was the reason Isopia was on this mountain top to begin with. She had been destroying the ground with her body and her magic, to try and eradicate from the world the place where she and Volterra had been together. It was as if she thought that by erasing this particular section from the landscape, she could erase the actions done here as well. 

But, you might be asking yourself, didn't Isopia calm down after all that? Sure she murdered her unborn child, made it a grave, and poured some Riftian God blood on it, but then didn't she sort of ... move on? Well friends, that was true, until two things happened in very close succession. The first, was that Isopia learned that Volterra had not only sired yet another child, but that the mother of said child was her cousin.

Her cousin!

The second, was that upon returning home from learning that news, Isopia found two fillies in her clearing, digging up the bones of her dead son. And not just excavating them, but stealing them. You've got to admit, that sort of thing would probably break any mind. But Isopia? Well, despite her pompous aren't I so clever attitude, she was completely stunted when it came to emotional development. So perhaps it isn't surprising that when the demi-goddess who proclaimed to never feel anything finally did, it shouldn't shock you to learn that she didn't quite know how to handle it. Especially when the second thing she felt was this monstrous symphony of anger, betrayal, and despair. 

Did it matter why Volterra crested the small knoll to reach the place she and Roskuld had just been speaking? Of course not: they had after all, just been speaking about him and his transgressions. And so of course Volterra appeared at just that moment. We don't call fate a fickle bitch for nothing.

Isopia's golden stare skirted around her stouter cousin as soon as his white-blazed face came into view. Perhaps it was the fury that flared brightly in her belly that made her previous bodily exhaustion depart, or her innate healing abilities, but as her long body lunged around Ros, it showed no signs of fatigue or exhaustion. 

"HOW DARE YOU COME HERE!" Isopia bellowed, as if Volterra had lost the right to visit this place after his millionth child had been born, emphasizing what a mockery their time together really had been. As she ran, she grabbed at the dying grasses beneath his hooves with her magic. She meant to both upset his balance by shifting the earth away from him, and then to pummel him from the sides and the front with the earth she had snatched. It was a petulant attack, but Isopia couldn't help herself. There was something so satisfying about digging into the ground with her magical claws and hurling it at him.

Isopia's cheeks were still darkened from the tears she had cried, but no longer did her eyes shimmer with the grief that had brought her here in the first place. Now they blazed with all of the hate, and lonliness-fueled anger she had been bottling up for the past few weeks. 

"I WAS PREGNANT." She continued, the strength of her scream wavering somewhat as emotion tugged at the final word. The demigoddess skidded to a stop, nostrils flaring and wings fanned out from her sides. Her lip trembled (or was it a snarl?) as her golden stare searched for his red one. "SHE WAS MY COUSIN!" A stream of water appeared next to her shoulder and then hurled itself towards Volterra's face, almost like a pantomime of a glass of water being thrown at a scorned lover in a movie. Only this was assuredly unscripted. All of this was.

Would Volterra be clever enough to understand her disjointed sentences? Likely not, if their last encounter was any indication of his ability to understand anything that wasn't laid perfectly out for him. But there was no helping that now, for dramatic moments such as these didn't leave room for a lengthy explanation on Isopia's part as to why she was doing what she was doing. 

But did that even matter? Did Isopia truly want his understanding, or did she want his balls torn unceremoniously from his body as some sort of metaphorical (and literal) punishment for his transgressions?

Isopia didn't know. And right now, it didn't matter.