Nymeria doesn't respond or ask for clarification, and so the earthen girl assumes that she does know Isopia's heritage. But ... if she did, why the question about being a dragon? Unless perhaps the real question was something about whether or not her Father could have procreated with a dragon...?

Isopia didn't understand. And that made her uneasy. It didn't help that Nymeria was sparse with her words, and yet the things she said felt weighty and unbalanced in Isopia's mind. The skull-faced mare (which one? me, or her?) hadn't even said hello (neither did I), she just began speaking. Her posture indicated that she wasn't on her way out, but Isopia wasn't entirely sure what it was that she intended to do here. And in that moment, the demigoddess was rather glad that she was still cloaked in formidable and daunting dragon scales.

To Isopia, the smile that parts Nymeria's lips is just that, a smile. She reads nothing into it, just as she fails to read anything into Nymeria's actions. The girl is a blank canvas ... and yet oddly, despite the obvious similarities to her brother, Isopia does not see Volterra when she looks at his sister. For that, she is thankful.

You'd be surprised at the secrets loved ones keep

Again the urge to allow her golden gaze dart towards the grave roared in her mind. She steadies it, and her wide eyes merely blink mildly. Inside however, her stomach feels like ice.

Does she know? Isopia wonders again. The rational part of her mind wants to disagree that the statement could have been about her, for she doesn't love Volterra. She hates him, is disgusted by him. Tearing him apart would be too good for him, would require too much effort on her part. Would show that she cared enough to destroy him. No. He was nothing to her now, nothing at all-

-but of course that wasn't true in the slightest, and couldn't be farther from what was.

But you can't know that- She concluded, blinking once more. Even if Nymeria somehow knew about ... the baby, she couldn't know Isopia's feelings about Volterra. Could she? Suddenly the girl's mind tensed. Was it possible that Nymeria could read her mind? Such a magic was certainly possible. Would she even know if she had? The thought sent icicles through her body, and her clawed feet seemed to sink deeper into the snow with the weight of the implications.

Only time would tell.

"I suppose." Isopia offers mildly, her large slopping shoulders rising and falling with a shrug again. On her back she can feel eight sets of claws on her spine and it tickles mildly. But like all bodily distractions, her massive mind tunes it out. Hubris whistled a long and low note to his black counter-part. He isn't sure if he's supposed to say anything about the red and gold cousins that Lilómiel surely knew about, and his bonded's interactions with them, and so he merely wrings his clawed hands slightly, also shrugging towards Isopia and Nymeria, as if suggesting that he doesn't know what to make of them together.