She wants to feel relief, but of course she doesn't. In her mind, full now with memories but not the corresponding emotions, she thinks starting over is quite reasonable. But even Isopia, emotionally-thick as she is, realizes that reasonableness is not what is important here. What is important is the future that has now opened up between them.

And like always, apparently it's a future that already involves Volterra and one of Isopia's cousins.

Hubris shrugs without commitment towards any one emotion. The bronze is a kind creature. He is social and submissive, despite his royal stature, and he knows that Isopia is more or less incapable of having a favourite. Really, the only thing the elder dragon is concerned about, is whether or not this new brother of his will be a good or bad influence upon The Mountain.

As Babel, as he will come to be called, is tackled, he allowed his body to immediately go limp. Even in this infantile period of life, he is clever. He doesn't want his green and growing bones to snap, and from the force of the female gold's weight, he knows that he does not stand a chance. She pins him easily and all but his eyes offer submission. But his eyes, two black coals, peer back into her own. He innately recognizes the golden queen for what she is, a respects her authority of him because of her gender and her age. And although he submits to her, he is not submissive. He will never be that.

Babel cannot help the snarl that pushes his golden lip upwards as Vadir makes off with a piece of this, his first supper, but quickly he disguises the grimace, plunging his face into the hole that she has created.

Isopia watches this display dispassionately, uninterested by dragon hierarchy or politics. She doesn't notice the way that Hubris shrugs to Verzes, or the way the bronze reaches out into the mind of the gold, interested to see what is there. He finds only hunger, as does Isopia. 

"He feels so different.." She muses out loud. "I think you said something similar when Vadir was born." Isopia couldn't bring herself to say, I remember you saying something similiar.., because that wasn't quite right. She didn't remember. She just had the memories now, but that wasn't quite the same. 

Her golden eyes found Volterra's. None of this was going to be quite the same.