She finds that she is already fond of this bright little soul, and is more than happy to continue along at his side while he chatters on. Despite the litany of questions directed toward her, he gives her no chance to answer and so she just smiles and stays quiet, one ear tipped in his direction.

Siobhan could offer parental advice to the young prince, but it felt like neither the time nor the right role for her to take with him. Plus, it seemed like he had a fairly good handle on right from wrong already if he was immediately calling out that he wasn't always perfect. A smile lurked at the corners of her charcoal lips as they travelled, and she couldn't help but be warmed by his excitement at a possible nickname for her.

"Hmm," she mused aloud, tipping her head as if in thought, "I think any of those would work, but I think spotted girl is my favorite. It was very clever of you to come up with it. You can call me best friend any time though."

Hardly a moment later his sleek monochrome body was slipping ahead of her into the thick jungle forest and with a moment's hesitation she followed. The darkness of it was new to her, the way it was alive in its own right. She felt like people could be hiding anywhere, and it made her a little uneasy. Sigurdr's obvious comfort with his surroundings made her feel like a wimp, and she mentally chastised herself for her reticence. They wouldn't call this jungle home if it was unsafe.

Still, every time the forest touched her hide in passing she couldn't help but notice. To distract herself, she teased her travel guide again with a chuckle. "Wait just a darn minute there best friend. Waterfalls? As in more than one? Now it just sounds like your making stuff up."

Hardly a beat passes before the narrow path they have been travelling on abruptly widens to reveal a charming little stream, fed by a quite pretty waterfall. Of course, it's allure in her mind probably has something to do with the familiar face that waits beside it and the fond expression the creature wears as it regards her. Something in Siobhan relaxes as the pieces fall into place and she lets out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding, allowing her graceful neck to raise once more.

At Bjorn's words, the red mare shakes her head in dismissal. She knew the life of a herd stallion, and quite frankly, if he hadn't delayed she would have been without the company of the Prince, and while Siobhan hadn't really thought it over quite yet, it had done much to soothe her wounded heart. At the stallion's question, Siobhan had opened her mouth to reply but the prince beat her too it and her open mouth pressed together to muffle the laughter his spirited reply had spawned.

Warmth continued to suffuse her heart as Bjorn light-heartedly claimed he would fight for her. They were silly words of course, meant in jest with no real substance or weight behind them, but the thought of him being willing to protect and fight for her was a wholly pleasant once. She had no intention of making him do so, but it was comforting to think that he would. She watches as the colt circles back to stand between them, every bit the shadow of the stallion that he would eventually develop into.

"He has a point, you know." Fondly she stretches her own muzzle forward to bump his hip and then looks back up to Bjorn. "You've both already given me a nickname, but Prince Sigurdr here did come to my rescue on the beach when I was all alone. Just like a real Prince Charming."

"Plus," she pauses for dramatic effect. "He's also promised to show me all of his favorite places here. He's quite the tour guide."

Siobhan offers a wink to her claimer, mirth dancing in her amber eyes. "Apparently you have multiple waterfalls, and pretty birds here."