The massive stallion pressed his shoulder into the shoulder of his Champion when the Earth spoke her name. While his voice was full of emotion--remorse, Archibald decided--he knew Ktulu would still need him. Her pain was great in the wake of losing her son--the son of the Earth God--and watching now as the deity doted on his new daughter would be no help to ease that pain. The Dauntless would not be surprised if the Constrictor turned and left this place, but he hoped she would not. If battle were to come, Archibald wanted her at his side. Even with his pounding head, and twisting stomach, he would fight valiantly with his Champion. Sighing, Archibald shifted his weight some.

Archibald lifted a single brow when the God spoke his child's name. The Dauntless had yet to receive it, and now he banked it away. Isopia, he thought, rolling the name over on his tongue. Surely Kahlua had not named her that--Archibald suspected it was from the God, or the child herself. Kahlua, as passionate as she was, was not as sophisticated as to give a name such as Isopia. An amused snort left Archibald's nostrils, though he turned his head quickly when his son's voice rang out from the crowd. A flicker of pride, like a flame on a candle wick, warmed his breast. The son that resembled him so closely was singing praises to the God that had gifted his brother, mother, and father. Golden eyes danced on Abraham's companions, and a small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. A queen. Loretta mused over the bond, tail wagging at the sight of the obsidian son. Loretta loved Archibald's children, for they were her's. She protected them, taught them, loved them as much as Archibald and Circe had. Now, in Abraham's strength, she shared Archibald's pride for the son of hellion. The smile on Archibald's lips turned into a frown, however, when the filly plodded her way toward Abraham. Face hardening, Archibald called to his herd's ward. "Vitani! Come here." The Dauntless commanded, voice full of the authority he held as Czar and as a father.

Turning his eyes back to the God, he watched as he presented Isopia with an egg. He recognized the way the shell glittered from when his son had protected his own egg. Perhaps it was a dragon, though it could be anything--the demi-god held all three species in her blood, and her bond possibilities were endless.