Siobhan can't help but notice the icy distance the two of them keep between each other, as though neither was particularly sure that they wanted to be here together. She had initially assumed that this was to be a new member of their family. After all, it's not as though Bjorn escorted many others to the Ridge in her short time period here. However, she was beginning to doubt the idea. Why would the Bera Konung have brought home a mare he openly wished drowning upon?

She glances toward her stallion to read his body language, but does not find a stallion attempting to woo a mare. If anything, he seems like an annoyed older brother dealing with a bratty kid sister.

The mare dismisses Siobhan's concern flippantly before commenting on the relationship between the two. Siobhan is momentarily confused at her question, after all, why wouldn't the leader of a land know the mares he'd laid claim to? However her next question wrinkles Siobhan's brow until a few things fall into place. How did the mare not even know what the Ridge was?

The thought of her love tricking another mare did not cross her mind until he laid out the explanation in front of them. Of course she didn't know. He must not have told her. Her ears tip back as she looks to her stallion sharply, a question written in her eyes. Had he tricked the little roan mare into coming here?

Siobhan exhales sharply as he lays out the groundwork for his pale ruse, insinuating that whomever the mare was looking for may be hidden in the depths of the jungle behind them. Sio finds this highly doubtful. If it was someone that would be here, Bjorn would have already known about them. It would not be a question.

"It's a pleasure to meet you..." Sio turns back to the mare, attempting to school her expression into something other than displeasure and realizes halfway through that she has absolutely no idea what the mare's name is. She clears her throat at the end, stonily refusing to look toward Bjorn as she addresses the roan once more. "I take it you have come here looking for someone? I can help look, if you like."

Siobhan glances toward the ridgeline of her home, almost wishing whoever the mare was looking for would come out of the trees and relieve all three of them from this awkward encounter.