But Dramayrth? Vadir cannot help the hot burning in her chest, the ache in her gut, the unfamiliar pangs of desire that blossom beneath her golden scales. Only her inherent arrogance and outrage at this male's audacious attempt to grab hold of her overrides these odd new sensations, allowing her to focus on her original task. He is calling her bluff, demanding that she either release her grip on him and offer him the superiority, or risk them both slamming into the ground like golden torpedoes.

She meets his eyes, does not blink, and returns his grip tenfold. She will not be the one to break out of this dance; the ground spirals closer and closer, yet Vadir refuses to unlock herself from the other gold. A fanged grin spreads across her regal features as she stares dead at him - your move.

On the ground, Volterra flashes a somewhat concerned glance at his bonded. She is hurtling to the ground at an alarming pace, and he knows better than to think her size will protect her from impact damage - on the contrary, bigger things cause more damage when they crash. He tries to avert his gaze, though, focusing on Amaris and Astarot. He returns the dragonmare's nose-bump happily, inhaling her familiar scent of scales and woman, an aroma that always calls to the deepest desires in his flesh. He is getting better at controlling those desires now, however, so there is no reaction despite the fire blazing within - he can't help the purring inside at what he hopes will be Astarot's jealous reaction, spiteful as that is. A green dragon-spirit nestles on his back and he turns to examine it, forever in admiration of the mare's magic. Vérzés waves a happy paw at the spirit, seeking to bump his own snout against the green's translucent one.

Amaris begins to explain her absence, and the story seems so surreal that the titan wonders if it is made up, yet he cannot deny the fact that her body does not seem to have aged at all. Her dragon has - he was a hatchling last time they met - but she is as young as the day a dragon-obsessed colt first clapped eyes on her. "As Astarot says, we have had some trouble here recently with Gods from different realms. It could be possible that you were caught up in a twisted portal of their making." She asks what's happened since she was last here, and the Indomitable hardly knows where to begin. "After we defeated those Gods, we were invaded by a creature who called itself Kisamoa. It seemed benevolent at the time, offering boons to those who aided it, but to the surprise of very few, it turned out to be too good to be true." Volterra's expression darkens. "Kisamoa revealed himself to be a God named Kaos, for whom we had built an altar whilst we thought we were aiding Kisamoa. He summoned a bone monster, which killed a mare. We fought the monster, but to no avail. Things have gone quiet since, but we know Kaos is out there somewhere. I would advise caution, Amaris, and to get yourself back into a herd as soon as you can, as strength in numbers is one of the only things we have that Kaos doesn't. You are welcome to stay here, of course."

She then asks about a mare called Tandavi, and the black behemoth frowns as he realises he will be unable to help. At that moment, Ampere arrives, receiving a warm smile from her fellow ruler. She offers information, and Volterra glances back to Amaris to see her reaction.