Siobhan feels like their little herd was fractured, the cracks radiating from from a central point and spanning outward like a spiderweb. What she was coming to understand, from this mare, was that the real start of the problem had resulted from an impact that Siobhan did not know. Whether it was this Elvira's rash decision to leave, or the declaration and involvement in the war, or some other matter, she was not sure.
She felt as though she shouldn't be surprised. Hadn't she just been feeling as though things were going far too well? That she would have to pay for her burgeoning feelings with some sort of blood. That fate would catch up to her and extract it's blood payment.
The red girl sighs, her charcoal nostrils fluttering with the breath.
She listens to the draft mare but does not immediately respond. Instead, her ear flicks back toward the treeline, both hearing movement and feeling eyes upon her skin. She saw monsters everywhere now, and every movement was subject to scrutiny from her oversensitive mind. Thankfully, the shape that emerges from the forest quickly resolves itself into the shape of Bjorn and the worried sigh she was holding is exhaled, a wan smile replacing the tense expression.
She makes to move towards him, one elegant leg lifted forward, before second guessing herself with a glance toward Elvira. She'd yet to really meet any of the herd in the Ridge, apart from her embarassing encounter with the queen, and she wasn't sure how fondly any of them regarded Bjorn. After a moment's pause, her need for his touch outweighs the social niceties and she moves to his side, eyes downcast.
As he finishes speaking, she reaches toward his shoulder, head pressed against his side while Elvira talks. She tilts one ear toward the mare, her heart clenching with fear all around. Fear for Sigurdr, fear for Isabel, and for Bjorn. She fears for their future and their well being. When the mare finishes speaking Siobhan pulls away slightly to add her piece, working to leech the worst of the fear from her tones.
"Can it wait until spring? Are there any allies that can help? Surely there has to be others that would stand in the face of the Lagoon's cruelty." She can feel the twinge of guilt that she is not one that will serve as anything more than a liability in an affront on the lagoon. Siobhan has only the most basic grasp of fighting and with the child growing within her body, can hardly stand to fight at full strength. If she were to go with, she would only make herself a target and make life harder for the sabino.
The sound of an excited child on Bjorn's opposite side has her withdrawing from him only slightly so that she may see the source of the noise. A young filly appears, thankfully safe and clearly delighted to see her sire. The girl's joyous exclamation brings a wan smile to the spotted mares lips that does not quite reach her eyes.