By the time her suspicion about lone mares was proven correct, the rain had nearly finished drying from her coat and the red of it stood out starkly against the lush green of the general commons. She had horse-watched in the mean time, sighting a young lone colt and various other couples. It almost made her feel wistful for the days when she had been a nubile filly - looking forward to her first herd and new life. It was all a little too nostalgic for her, and she closed her eyes briefly against the mental noise.
When she reopened them, a new figure had appeared in her field of view. A handsome one at that, and she tracked him as he drew closer. He was shorter than her, not that that really mattered in the long run, but seemed to carry himself with confidence. From this, she inferred he was either a good faker or not a new herd stallion. His choice of distance from her person told her that he was likely not an overbearing tyrant either. Combined with the fact that the first word out of his mouth was something she couldn't understand, making him at least slightly exotic and she could definitely say he was receiving high marks so far.
It also helped that the closest sound she could relate to his greeting was 'purr.'
Siobhan studied the stallion quietly while he spoke, ears pricked in his direction attentively. As he finished, a wry chuckle slipped from her lips. "No, not particularly. Although this would probably be the worst place to come looking for a someone, being without a home as I am."
A slight, inquisitive tilt of her head accompanied her next question. "What about you? Is there someone you're after? Or do you just approach every single lady standing around?"
There's no malice in her voice. Siobhan knows well enough how things work here, but it may offer her some insight into his thinking. If she were going to spend the rest of her forseeable future with him, she might as well get to know him a little. Beauty only went so far after all.