He was gone. That much was certain. Bjorn had reappeared for one shining, glorious moment in an attempt to win back the Ridge, to no avail. As much as she adored her grullo stallion, it was clear that diplomacy was not a skill he had nurtured in his absence. Faolain, to no one's surprise, had not agreed to the Icelandic's demands. The red mare had gathered her daughters, ready to follow the Icelandic wherever he led, but he had vanished. Again.

Left with no other logical recourse, she resolved to stay, though it hurt her heart. Siobhan had not cared much for titles, but it was jarring to be reduced to a nobody once more. The mantle of queen had lain on her shoulders for only a brief minute, but the responsibility of it lingered. At least when Bjorn had claimed her she had felt some pull towards him, but he was no longer hers. Whatever had pulled him away had been stronger than his love for her and the realization hurt worse than she had thought it would.

Faolain was not a cruel leader, but nor was she much more than a villain, as far as Siobhan was concerned. Her tiny bubble of paradise had burst the second the black mare had strode onto the Ridge and claimed it as her own. In a matter of moments, the familiar paths she'd walked for nigh on a year had begun to feel foreign to her. No longer could she stride through the jungle path with the immunity of one who belonged.

Instead, she and her small family were little more than barely tolerated guests amongst strangers.

Still, she had made her decision. With nowhere else to go, Siobhan would stay here until Bjorn returned or Faolain proved dangerous. She assumed that Ailill was somewhere nearby. The stallion was smitten with baby Aislinn, and the girl was still too young to survive without a mother. The two of them had left on some sort of shenanigans earlier, leaving Ro and Sio on their own for a time.

Roisin had found a blue parrot that she was gleefully chasing around the edge of the clearing. True to form, Siobhan had taken her previous post on the coast with the long shadows of the jungle to shade her. Her amber gaze followed her rambunctious daughter while a small smile lurked on her lips.