A dragon flew overhead.

The creature was huge - and despite the fact that Isopia was typically larger than all of those around her, something about being so immense was incredibly satisfying. Her draconian body mirrored the paint markings of her regular form: dark maroonish splatters, one leg soaked by dim saturated colour, and those ghastly death-like markings that lined her face.

At her side, Hubris flew contentedly beside her. Bursts of shock and ice fizzled around him as he played with his new-found abilities.

The two dragons flew overtop of the Falls, making their way with a smooth speed towards the clearing. Their clearing.  

Isopia spotted the dark pair below first but did not alter her path. A flurry of questions came from Hubris' mind as he grasped who was below and what Isopia's reactions to her (/them) were. He could feel how her mind as it immediately moved from Nymeria to her brother, and how rage and grief sprung as if from a guiser just below the surface of her skin. Is it found? Do they know? Does he know? Isopia contemplated silently. Hubris shrugged in response, though he very much doubted that Volterra had found out ... How could he have? Unless her Father might have said something? Or the golden stallion who had watched the boy being buried? But why? To what end? And why send his sister? Nymeria, as far as the draconic pair could tell, had never been to the clearing before. But Volterra had. If this was to be a confrontation about their dead (murdered) child, why not come in person?

The massive maroon and cream form glided over the clearing, made a wide circle, and began to descend.

Briefly the girl had considered just flying away, waiting until Nymeria and her dragon had disappeared, and then returning. But ... finders keepers ... The girl was worried that the dark mare might just decide that she liked Isopia's little clearing and decide to stay. She also considered descending somewhere else and appearing as herself - or as a raven - and hiding her draconian form. But for what? Nothing would be gained, she concluded silently. She was just used to being secretive.

Isopia landed near her hut. Her claws dug into the soft soil - now mostly covered by snow. Her large wings folded neatly against her scaled back, and her golden gaze swung towards Nymeria.

>>Hello<< she trilled towards the black dragon - her throat easily making the draconian word. Her voice was a trill, wobbly at best. Hubris had been teaching her the language of the dragons, but she still found it difficult.

Then she regarded Nymeria. She wanted to let her eyes sweep towards the grave that she had made, but forbid her gaze this motion. If the mare hadn't noticed it, Isopia did not want to draw attention.

"Not many stumble into my clearing .." Isopia began, her voice sterile and distant as ever.  "Were you looking for me? Or did you come here by happenstance?"

Then she fell silent and just waited to see where the conversation would lead.