In the long seconds between her call and when company appeared, she gazed about herself in a bit of wonder. The forest she saw was really more of a jungle, now that she looked at it. A number of brilliantly colored birds responded to some stimuli in the dark leaves by fluttering out in a burst of primary colors before swooping together to a new branch.

This, combined with the fact that she could still hear the rhythmic pounding of the surf, made her feel about as far away from home as it was possible to be. Siobhan couldn't imagine anything more different than the far inland, open plains on which she spent most of her life. Back home the most exotic thing that had ever happened was when a very lost and confused seagull had blown in with a storm. It'd been so confused that Siobhan had taken pity on it and carried it back to the ocean.

The movement of a small creature caught her eye, and she watched as a uniquely color colt made his way to her confidently. She tears her eyes from him briefly to scan for some sort of parentage, as he hardly looked old enough to her to be wandering around alone, but almost immediately brings them back to him when he speaks. A warm smile played at her lips as he lifted his head, and she inclined her own graciously.

"A pleasure to meet you Prince Sigurdr." She glanced behind her briefly, seeking the familiar figure of Bjorn to facilitate the introductions. She was willing to guess that the handsome foal with the exotic sounding name was somehow related to the sabino that had invited her here. Not finding him, she continues. "I'm not quite lost, but definitely new to your beautiful home."

She debates for a moment trying to pronounce the words that had followed Bjorns name in the Common, and then decided against it. Siobhan wasn't sure how warmly her butchery of their language would be received. "King Bjorn invited me here. Is he your father, young prince?"

Although she was fairly certain, given his looks, position, and apparent confidence that they were father and son, she figured she would give him a chance to tell her. After all, she could be wrong. Maybe they were uncle and nephew, cousins, or some other amalgamation of family.