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The voice summons a smile onto the concerned countenance of the Indomitable, and he immediately swings around to beam at Isopia. He glances downwards, looking for the foals, and there's a frisson of worry when he sees that she's alone - the absence of her dragons soon settles any anxiety, though, and he knows his own companions have remained in the Throat to keep an eye on things too. Besides, the twins seem to be growing far faster than any child Volterra has observed before....except Isopia. They'll certainly become self-sufficient more quickly than other foals, and he reminds himself that with their strong genes, they'll be fine to remain alone in the Throat with just the dragons for company.
The giantess's tail has Volterra's ears pricking forwards, his interest painted openly on his white-marked face. "I didn't know that," he responds, glancing curiously around himself. It's hard to imagine this barren spit of rock ever being lush or green, but he's also aware that Isopia's knowledge of Helovian history far outweighs his own. Her additional remark about the Earth God slaps him like a fist across the face; of course, he should have known that Father Earth would not set him something impossible, or something that would incite the wrath of the Gods for obtaining. "That's true," he murmurs sheepishly, feeling rather foolish for ever having doubted his patron deity. Volterra fears very, very few things in this world, but the ire of his favourite God is certainly one of them. Not just because the Earth God could undoubtedly crush him into oblivion with one careless flick of a hoof, but also because he idolises the giant tribrid so much that it would cause him immeasurable pain to disappoint him. "Will you accompany me to the shrines? The volcano seems more....present up there." He begins to move, casting his massive head around to see whether the mare is following. "How are you, kis hollo? Motherhood suits you." And it does, which is a surprise given the giantess's somewhat frosty exterior. It could be Volterra seeing what he wants to see, but he thinks he's never seen anything more perfect than Isopia tending to their foals. |
[ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far ]
[ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]
