Relaxed, Ailill shifted occasionally under the sun beams that lit his already golden body as the palomino spoke. His usual smile grew and flickered with her words, understanding where they were coming from. It seemed as though Foalian was indeed a kind soul to her core, though a little challenging to get to know in the beginning. The more he interacted with the mare and the more others spread word of her the more confident he became in their agreements. He regretted their partnership had been one of necessity at the beginning and hoped it would transform into one of a more genuine nature.

Foalian does seem to welcome passers by and trusts that the Ridge would keep them and itself safe. It was admirable indeed. His thoughts about the ‘ruling’ mare of the Ridge shifted as Tavas continued to speak. Curiosity piqued, his ears trained on her, head tilted in interest. A pleasure, Tavas. How long ago had you lived here? I first came here when Bjorn was King. I was not able to meet very many of the herd before… Ailill’s words tripped. He did not know how to describe what had happened when the grey king left. It just seemed that those of the herd had scattered. At the time his loyalty to Bjorn had been challenged by his love for Atlantis and the family he had here. Over time the stallion had become more confident in his decision, though it was interesting to him to meet another who possibly knew more about the Ridge itself during a time he had not been a part of it. ...Before everyone seemed to leave. There are still some here who had decided to stay. Well… I guess just Siobhan and me. He studied her thoughtfully. She had said she was just passing through, but had met Faolian long enough to trust the mare’s word when she said there would be safe passage. Where do you intend to go when you leave here?