Blue eyes caught a glimpse of the stallion approaching, casting her attention in his direction she waited in silence as he spoke. "I assure you, I have met both good and bad stallions Bjorn. Even some mares can be downright horrid I suppose. Nevertheless, you are welcome to prove my distrust wrong if you are so inclined. For now Enya didn't feel the need to herd the woman from the males presence she happily let him speak of climbing and the inlet half curious of the land in her own regard. Now that she had managed to secure the woman's home for the time being, the golden mare wasn't entirely opposed to feeling this stallion out. An action that quickly proved against her better judgement.
She can hear the challenge in his voice as he speaks of the woman's fate and permitting her to go to the inlet. "That depends Bjorn, are you trying to mark yourself my friend or enemy." Curved ears lay gently against her crown before pressing herself closer into the male. Blue eyes warned him not to press her temper much further as she attempted to retain a more civil conversation. "You insult me, I simply detest your claiming I own her fate. While I will call her to my home, she is free to go where she desires. I shall not have her rot on an island." Enya hissed glowering at the dark male. The implication the she would imprison the woman burned like an unhindered blaze just beneath her skin.
Staving her displeasure Enya turned to the woman and meeting the mares gaze she smiled at her words, "While I suppose some might call me a witch, I assure you my dear, I wish you no harm." Cutting her gaze to Bjorn she half wanted to bite those ears of his for putting such a thought in the girls head. "It's a pleasure to meet you Talya. I wouldn't be opposed to you seeing the mountains just as long as Bjorn doesn't mind my accompanying you. I would very much like to see the inlet as well." Her blue gaze was set towards the dark stallion waiting for an answer. She was uncertain of the games he might be playing and she certainly didn't feel content to trust him just yet.
In these moments she tried to compare him to either Rougrau or her Jaskier but, Bjorn seemed a beast all his own. Surely he wanted the gentle mare no? Enya would contemplate him on the journey if she must and yet for now she wanted to keep some semblance of peace for the gentle woman's sake. Taking a step further into the stallions space testing his boundaries very gently, if he was too unruly she had more reason to decline the adventure and would affirm her point of most stallions being poor tempered beasts.