Vadir, what is it? She sends him another image of the white, and her utter contempt radiates through his mind from her.

"It's disgusting," she hisses, and without warning she disappears into the distance to do what comes naturally to this unfortunate runt of dragon society. Sensing something isn't right, Volterra gallops off in pursuit, and before long the Throat gives way to open ocean. His fire-wings erupt courtesy of his key and bring him flying across the sea in pursuit of Vadir. No sooner has he alighted on the other side than he sees Sikeax, and his muzzle splits into a grin of delight. He can see Hobgoblin at her side, and is that....a white dragon? He'd never realised she had equine blood before, enabling her to bond to a dragon. "Sikeax!" he booms in greeting, moving towards her.

Yet as soon as he comes within touching distance of her, Vadir appears above him, a golden bullet. She aims for the young white dragon, claws and teeth extended, revulsion evident in every fibre of her massive, gleaming body as she moves inexorably towards the little plain. Volterra feels a spasm of concern - if Vadir gets hold of Sikeax's new companion, there's no telling what she'll do. She'd brutally attacked both Babel and Dramyrth for the mere crime of being male, despite their golden scales; only the Gods know what she would do to the white.

But then there's a flash of red, and a protective snarl that rips through the air. Vérzés hurtles towards his much bigger golden sister, and he slams into her, pushing her aside just before she can reach the white. Vadir gives a thunderous roar of outrage and twists around to wrap her jaws around the neck of her assailant, and thus begins a savage battle of gold and red, of royal and common. Enough! booms Volterra, but for once, neither dragon obeys him. They continue at their battle, hissing and spitting and blasting fire and ice at each other, sending frissons of loathing and pain down their bond to their mammoth Indomitable. He winces each time - the dragons had seemed to be getting on much better recently, yet it seems Vérzés's like of Sikeax and Hobgoblin also extends to her new white companion. For him to challenge the colossal Vadir in protection of the white...it is either brave or very stupid.

Trying to ignore the fierce battle overhead, Volterra looks to Sikeax. "You have a dragon," he remarks.