Welcoming new arrivals had once been one of the things that she loved most about her Ridge herd. The opportunity to meet the new faces that Bjorn brought home and to provide comfort when things were dire had always given her a sense of purpose. A purpose that she was sorely lacking these days. She supposed she could add it to the bottom of the list of all the other things she had lost here in this terrible and yet beautiful jungle.

Siobhan is grateful to see the guileless smile on the mare's face as she approaches, and relaxes into the familiar rhythms of greeting a new friend. The red mare watches her spotted companion lift her face to the sky again to watch the forms that flitted back and forth overhead with a smile that grows on her own lips. She, too, had been captivated by their beauty once. The memory of Sigurdr's excitement in showing her the macaws was a special one that she would cherish forever, although the thought of it now was bittersweet. She didn't know if she would ever see the patched colt she had all but considered her own son ever again.

Thankfully, she is able to clear her expression by the time the golden girl turns back. She chuckles at her words and dips her head slightly, her gaze casting likewise upward to the birds. Where other lands, colder lands, grew inhospitable with the bitter cold, Atlantis simply grew more temperate. Harshly, she shoves away the thought of colder lands and focuses on her new friend.

"For a land so green, rainbows seem to hide everywhere here. My daughter's favorite is to go to the small waterfall just beyond," she gestures with a small poke of her dished muzzle. "On sunny days you can find rainbows everywhere in the spray."

Çiçek approaches then, and Siobhan meets her greeting with a soft breath of her own, memorizing the scent of the pretty mare before her. She had made her decision to stay, so it stood to reason that she would likely encounter this girl more often. Especially as her daughters grew and became more outgoing. Already Roisin was campaigning for her to call a herd gathering as she had when her daughter was young, too naive to understand that such things were no longer in Siobhan's privilege to do. Ailill was contributing to the girls' eagerness to meet the others, and Sio was certain that he would be happy to hear that she had made an effort to be social again.

"No, no need to apologize," she begins with a shake of her head. In truth, it had been somewhat of a relief to not be required to be social with the black mare's herd. Thinking of Faolain as anything other than a usurper had not been easy, and neither of the women had made an effort to be anything more than cordial with each other. For Siobhan's part, at first, it had been largely because she had assumed that Bjorn would eventually come back to take the Ridge and Faolain would be displaced. The longer it went on, and the less she believed in this outcome, it had been out of simple stubbornness.

Whether intentional or not, the dark mare had stolen much from the once-Queen of the Ridge.

"The girls have kept me busy, and I haven't met many that dwell here, apart from Faolain herself." Fondly she looks back down the path she'd traveled at the thought of her girls, her smile softening and growing more genuine. She even manages a small laugh at the end before refocusing her gaze back on the spotted mare "They're getting older now though, and I cannot selfishly keep them to myself any longer."

Her lips purse into a smile as Çiçek goes into more detail about her draw to the islands and she finds herself intrigued. Having come from somewhere else, not of these islands, it was always interesting to her to hear more about those that had been raised among these strange climates. She wondered absently if war was simply a part of the fabric here, as inescapable as the weather. It seemed to find her in new ways each time she thought she'd finally escaped it's clutches. But she does not want to darken the day, and is thankful for the question that Çiçek offers.

"A while now," she offers with a smile that does not quite reach her eyes. In truth, a year and a half had passed since she had first landed in the Commons and met Bjorn. Time enough, it felt, to live an entire other life. But to say that would likely raise questions that she was not prepared to answer, and in a way, it was time for her to set that part of her life aside. She was not queen of the Ridge and would not be again.

"Have you known Faolain long? I've been so busy I know little of her... or the rest of the herd, in truth." She is quick to offer a softer glance, this one warmer and less guarded than before. "I mostly stick to my girls and Ailill these days."

The name of her lover brings a strange twist in her stomach that agitates the small child that grows within her. Her love of Ailill is still tainted by the memory of Bjorn, and the fear that she did not have enough left of herself to give to him in the way that he deserved. Her auburn tail flicks across her pale hock as she watches her companion, allowing herself to take comfort in the future assured to her by the small flutter of her unborn child.