She confesses that yes, she is the child of the God of the Earth. She mentions somebody named Hototo, somebody who had died and needed to be replaced, as if one may replace a child as they replace a lost amulet. "That makes you...what, a demi-god?" Deciding to throw all semblance of stonelike indifference to the wind, the beastling gawps openly. Daughter of a god. That explains her hybrid blood, her magic, her raven. Perhaps it even explains why she is wise beyond her years. Did her esteemed father give her such gifts? Volterra admires his own father greatly, of course, because he saw strength there that he wished to emulate, but the teardrop-faced man was no God, regardless of what he may have liked to think. The knowledge he passed to his son was naught more than a name and a lingering sense of racism, certainly not all-emcompassing omniscience. Admiration glows freely in the youngster's eyes as he looks the filly over, appraising, devouring.

She appears momentarily lost in thought, before snapping out of her reverie and declaring that she wants to take her leave. The young monolith is somewhat disappointed, because there is so much more he wants to know. But, he supposes, they will probably meet again, and he has more important things to worry about now. The dragon curled in his withers, the bringer of all his hopes and dreams, needs his full and undivided attention. They are like fumbling new lovers, needing to get to know each other and become accustomed to each other's presence, and Volterra fully intends to hole himself up away from society for a couple of days so he can become acclimatised to the red's presence.

He watches as she shifts into a raven, glossy wings spreading and dragging her up into the canopy. His gaze never leaves her, watching her flight with a lustfully intense expression. To think, she can take to the skies both in her usual form and in the shape of this raven, to spy upon her enemies and add their faces to what she already knows! She would not be the sort of filly to make an enemy of, decides the colt. But when she is out of sight he turns and heads deeper into the trees, forcing his meeting with her out of his mind so he can focus fully on Vérzés.