Deirdre had never really known the security of a long term home. For as much as her family spoke of tradition and legacy, they had lived in and moved to more lands more than any other horse she'd spoken to. The Ridge, Inlet, Arch, Harbor all meant something to them. Had all been a home, at one point or another. And so while it did make her a little uneasy to be displaced with Sionnain so small, she was not wholly upset by it. As long as she could stay with her little family, Deirdre was pretty certain they could weather anything.

Even now, as she grazed near to Arroyo with their precious little girl bouncing from flower to flower like a little red bumblebee, she felt a sense of contentment. She could sense his uneasiness, the weight of something pressing on him, but did not pry, only offered him smiles when he looked her way and let him mull it over. When at last he pulled them together and began to explain, she settled in to listen, uncommonly subdued given that her daughter's vivacious nature had come in part - from her mother's bright heart.

She needed no apology for what had happened in the Harbor. Their life was a peaceful one, and the brutish stallion that had shown up and taken over had brokered no room for them to disagree with his designs on the land. He would subjugate them on a whim, putting them beneath his own authority and forcing Arroyo to hand over his autonomy in the process without even trying to negotiate before issuing his challenge. It was no surprise that they decided to leave rather than weather that. Arroyo had a family to live for, and sometimes not fighting was the better part of valor.

"I need no apology," she murmured, her dark tail flicking at her hocks. "I do not care where we go, so long as we are all together." Her gaze shifted from him to Aventuras and Matoskah as well. She hadn't really spent much time with the enigmatic mare from the Cove, but she had become a staple in Deirdre's little life and was as much a part of their future as Sionnain and Mato were.