The queen's voice pierces Volterra's ears, and his head jerks up immediately. He had been sleeping, and his expression is slightly dopey as consciousness drifts slowly across him, removing him from his dreams. With a long, languid groan, the stallion peels himself away from the tree he'd been leaning against and replaces his left fore upon the ground from where he had been idly resting it during his doze. It is rare for the Indomitable to sleep out in the open and especially during the day, but he'd simply found himself so comfortable that before he'd known it, he'd been in a deep stupour. His dreams leave him the moment he awakes and their memory quickly fades, but he knows they were good.

From his back, Vérzés unfurls. For once, the red dragon has managed to claim the prize sleeping spot of Volterra's broad hindquarters, whilst Vadir has chosen to nest in the tree above them. The dragon's claws scrape the stallion's back as he stretches and yawns, an involuntary blast of ice breath issuing from his gaping mouth and freezing the back of Volterra's neck. Shaking himself, the mammoth Gladiator steps forwards into a brisk trot, feeling power thrum through his fully-rested muscles as he lengthens his stride and revels in the feeling of his hooves crashing against the Throat sand. Whatever Aithniel is calling them for, he does not want to miss it - sleep is decidedly less important than herd duties.

Vérzés clings tightly to his back as Volterra's jerky trot threatens to unseat him, and his talons snag deeply into the thick, scarred flesh of the goliath's ebony back. Vadir swoops low next to him, side-eyeing her red brother and sending distinct feelings of jealousy into her bonded's mind. For once, she resists the urge to force Vérzés to move, and contents herself with testing the air beneath her broad golden wings as she soars through the sky like a deadly bullet.

The beast and his dragons arrive at the meeting place to find it decorated, and he raises his eyebrows as he looks at the effort the Sultana has put in. Obviously, what she plans is special. He draws to a halt and dips his head to the tribrid mare, feeling Vadir brush his legs as she lands next to them. "Inquisitor," he greets in his usual thunderous rumble of a voice. "Do I hear mention of a party?" There's an amused, good-natured twinkle in his eye as he moves closer. Well-rested and in high spirits, the stallion is quite ready to let his hair down.