To say that Volterra does not trust Kisamoa would be an understatement. So far, nothing good has ever come of the sea-man's appearances, save an aesthetic change to the Endless Blue that the beast isn't entirely sure he likes. He is in two minds whether to approach when he feels the familiar pull so long after the previous one, but after a few moments of indecision the stallion eventually feels his limbs being inexorably drawn in that general direction.

To his surprise, this time Kisamoa does not call them to the sea but to the Rotunda, a whole world of difference from the other places he's chosen to haunt. This only heightens the Indomitable's suspicions, and his stride hurries up a tad as he nears the gathering.

His gaze travels first to Isopia, of course. It always does, try as he might to prevent it. His eyes are like the moths to the open flame of her body, and every stolen glance only cements his urge to approach her. Is it the right time, though? A crowded place full of eavesdropping Helovians is not the ideal place to make amends (or for her to flip her shit on him again, which he thinks is a distinct possibility), and he would vastly prefer to have their first post-fight discussion in private. Besides, does he really want to speak to her? He thinks the guilt of their mutual misunderstanding is shared, and he is unwilling to take the full blame in the shape of a grovelling apology just to re-earn her approval. Maybe he should let her make the first move, because after all it was her who almost killed him.

"Don't be bitter," croons Vadir. The great golden dragon is luxuriating across the leviathan's broad back, her tail hanging lazily down his sides. He pins his ears and stomps an irritable hoof just to slightly unseat her, and she hisses loudly. You're talking to ME about being bitter? Every time I even think about Isopia, you fill my mind with so much anger that I almost explode. He turns his head to eye the dragon as he speaks. They'd gone weeks without talking in the aftermath of the fight, with Vadir so infuriated by Volterra's scolding of her for attacking Isopia that she'd almost completely cut him out of her mind. Thankfully they'd made amends, but the topic is still a sore point for them, and Vadir is clearly still bitter about it in every sense of the word.

"That's different," replies Vadir, her voice cold and her scales erect like the hackles of an angry dog. She doesn't elaborate, and the behemoth just snorts his irritation. Fuck it, I'm doing it. Better than letting it fester. Steeling his resolve, he begins to walk towards the Mountain, trying to keep his expression neutral. Vadir hisses her approval then launches into the sky to leave - just because she's encouraged her bonded to speak to Isopia doesn't mean she has to. She's still pissed at both the mare and her insubordinate bronze, and has no intentions of deigning them with her presence.

The warm spot on Volterra's back that Vadir has vacated is swiftly occupied instead by Vérzés' smaller weight. He, unlike his golden sister, is torn about the situation; he's on Volterra's side, of course, but Hubris is also his friend, and he knows more than Vadir about how much Isopia means to their mammoth bonded. He hooks his claws into the black flesh to anchor himself in place and croons his support to Volterra, who approaches the giantess with renewed vigour.

As he does, he hears Kisamoa asking them to collect bones and to get rid of trees that may be blocking light. The Indomitable huffs, swishing his tail against his flanks as he contemplates the words, then slips towards Isopia. God, he'd almost forgotten the raw beauty of the mare - her size, her power, the patterns across her flesh (flesh that he can still taste on his tongue, can still feel beneath him in his weaker moments). He's kept himself busy so as not to miss her, yet he has, and simply being next to her again is like being home.

Suddenly, he doesn't know what to say. Hello? How are you? Murdered any more of my children recently? Instead he opts to skip the potentially awkward re-introductions, and simply launches into his question without preamble. "Do you trust him?" he asks, his voice quiet and intended for her ears alone. If they simply continue into conversation without mentioning what happened, perhaps it can be brushed under the carpet, easy as that....he doubts it, but he lives in hope.

It's Vérzés' turn to be awkward now, as he clambers up his bonded until his face is poking between Volterra's ears. His gaze is fixed on Hubris and he trills questioningly, his spiked tail swishing across Volterra's shoulders - a sure sign that the dragon is nervous. Vérzés is unsure whether Hubris is still his friend, or whether their scuffle has ended that particular relationship for good. He's also still slightly annoyed at the bronze's brutal treatment of him, but he's just as annoyed at Vadir's even more brutal retaliation. Overall the dragon is a mess of confused feels, and every inch of his body says "????" towards Hubris, hoping he may extend the olive branch, or at least grasp hold of the one Vérzés is tentatively offering him.

Volterra shuffles, then looks back to Isopia with a softening of his stern features. "And, ahh...how are you?" His voice is gruff, yet full of feeling.