While there were many things Titan was known for, his sharpness of mind was not one of them. But sharp of wit he was, and in more way than one: although never could he be called cunning, with his candor and near-naivety, but he was able to learn of ponies and know them inside and out even before many ponies had the chance to know themselves.
Titan had studied Veliuona and her consorts, and Veliuona's interactions with both of his siblings. And now, after seeing how they had worked together to fight off the ambushing Wyrm, he thought it was as good a time as any to have a chat with the Goddess of the Cursed Shades, and take his own personal assessment of their new ally.
Titan walked fearlessly through the ranks of Veliuona's undead: even if they were creatures compelled by magicks that were not of nature, he knew that he had nothing to fear from them. Many of them still acted as ponies did: some were fearful, some were zealous, some were rude and some were welcoming, but in all of them he saw their own spirit and their own soul, even if the flesh had long departed from their bones. He thought it was a good sign for the meeting that was to come.
Veliuona greeted him pleasantly enough when he found her: she did not seem to be surprised by his presence, but Titan knew there were many things that moved unseen through the air, for as many physical beasts prowled along the ground. But she was very interested in him, he thought, and he welcomed her curiosity, gladly allowing her to begin the conversation and answering her questions truthfully and honestly. Morgan may have lied to save face at some, and Sol surely would have argued simply to spite the goddess with others, but Titan was jovial and pleasant, and did not want conflict. He simply wanted to know the measure of the mare he was speaking with.
They spoke for quite some time together, and across a broad range of subjects: although she told him little of her past, Titan learned much about Veliuona from what she found interesting, from when her voice became impassioned, from how she held herself so high and mighty... and yet at the same time, she extended such honest concern over even the smallest subject of her vast, deathless empire. And in the way she spoke of things, how she phrased things, Titan learned that even if Veliuona was a goddess now, she had not always been one: it became all too clear, as they broached the subject of cultures and homelands, that the strange place Veliuona spoke of with such honest love was, without a doubt, the homeland of the zebra kin.
When they parted ways, Titan thought they parted as friends, and he felt that she would be someone he could trust in the days ahead. He recognized full well they might end up as enemies afterwards, but he saw an honest love in the empress for her deathless citizens, and knew she would not risk putting her people into great peril by placing them at odds with both the Wyrms and Sol's army.
And for now, Titan was satisfied with this answer: until they were enemies, he would treat her as the best of friends, as he thought was only right to do.
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