It hadn't been too hard to change course when the call had rumbled from the Riptide Isles, and while Tyrath maintained the ideal that he was no sheep, and he could not be summoned by just anyone or anything which hooves, claws or paws dwelled upon Helovian soil — his curiosity couldn't be sated, and eventually he had reeled in the air and flown with fervor toward the Isles.

Familiar faces pepper the Prince's vision as he descended in a slew of molted feathers and heatless embers, from the Giantess who he had met on these Isles, to his own father — cushioned between mares he noted with a blank expression and exasperated snort — though he spotted none of his skull marked brethren among them. Cloven hooves sunk deep within the white grains, having landed a short distance away to make room for his ever expanding wingspan to be stretched out and folded up against his sides comfortably.

"Hello, Giantess of the Earth." He murmured toward the Demi-Goddess as he passed her, with an offered smile on his fanged maw. It had been awhile since they had last met, and that meeting had been filled with enough confusion and hurt to still sting the young colt. "I hope you're well, and you too, Hubris." His head tilted toward Hubris with a gentle snort toward the Bronze Dragon. One day, he'd have a Dragon like that, a friend and an ardant companion to share his life with. He would of stayed longer, but there's a note of unease and hesitance at the thought, that she wouldn't like his company on the account that he is a son of Volterra.

"I'm gonna go check on my apa, maybe the fish-horse will try and eat him, who knows?" He stated after a moment with a toothy grin, and then offered the earth girl another small and Hubris a nod. "Hopefully we'll meet again." He turned a little slower than usual, in order to hopefully view any kind of 'yes' or 'no' response from the Mountain Goddess, he moved forward toward the mammoth he called father and drew to a stop beside him.

"What do you think he wants with us, really?" He wondered with a grumbled breath, long tail coiled around his hocks with a twitch."And who is this?" Crimson pits turned toward the pale and pink mare who stood beside the behemoth with a quzzical glance, caught between displeasure or general tolerance, depending on who she was and why she was next to him. Wasn't there enough of them already? He wasn't against mares being around his father if it was for more platonic reasons — if she was around him for anything less than a pleasant conversation, this just might be the day he socked Volterra in the jaw, for the good of himself, Tyrath and his current overflowing list of siblings.



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