Freya was surprised to learn of Mariael's relation to the former leader of the Bay. At the same time, it pleased her in a subtle way to know that the land had been passed down through generations - just as a territory should be. If only Bjorn or Schuyler had stayed to inherit the Inlet after Dogun's departure. Freya had no doubt that her children would have made excellent leaders. Perhaps Baldr was the one child destined for greatness.

"I don't think I'd ever met anyone with those names." The sabino mare replied after Mariael had finished speaking. "I'd only met Soljor a few times, mostly for diplomatic reasons, or simply bumping into him on border patrols. He was always direct, but kind." A gentle smile graced Freya's lips.

"I don't think I'll be returning to the Inlet for good, but now I can rest assured, knowing it belongs to someone worthy of ruling it." She murmured, head bowed. She was eager to get going, to finally set hoof back within the borders of her old home. If only to see what had become of it in the years she had been gone. Perhaps some small part of her held onto the modicum of hope that refused to dislodge itself from her heart, but she knew she would be foolish to expect anything more than an empty home.

Turning her gaze towards her son, Freya called him over with a gentle nicker, tucking him close to her body. "I think it might be time for us to continue our journey to the Inlet. Thank you for your hospitality. I truly appreciate it."