The golden mare's apparent openness is wonderful to experience, at least from Siobhan's perspective. It had been so long since she had simply allowed herself to have the pleasure of speaking to someone without worrying about what they must think of her, or to whom their loyalties lay. Çiçek had not been forced here like Poka, so that Siobhan would have to smooth over the callousness of her stallion. Nor did she seem violently unhappy here, as had Elvira and even Kalayani. She was no Ysabel, dethroned in name but not spirit, nor a Nyimara, wicked and vengeful.

She was simply here, and it was a greater gift than Siobhan knew how to thank her for.

As Çiçek inquires of the rainbows, the mare chuckles softly and nods. "I'm sure my daughter Roisin would be delighted to show us both, so long as you don't mind a bit of a procession." Her lips press into a wry smile as she thinks fondly of her growing brood of children. Fate had brought each one of them to her, and she wouldn't change any part of it. "My other daughters, Akadi and Aislinn, and my mate," the word sticks uncomfortably in her throat, swollen with meaning. She has never referred to Bjorn as her mate before, but that relationship had been vastly different from the intimacy that she shared with Ailill. She does her best to brush over it, continuing as though it were no more than a hiccup. "Ailill, would probably wish to meet you as well."

Thankfully, Çiçek moves on to Faolain and Siobhan nods thoughtfully, grateful for something else to think about. In truth, Siobhan had not been exactly cordial with the dark mare. Their relationship was tense, and despite the offer to help in any way that she could upon their last parting, the two mares had not crossed paths again. "I'm afraid I wasn't as welcoming as I ought to have been on our first meeting. And I'm afraid I have not earned my dues as the Ridge welcoming party as of late."

She attempts the small bit of humor, and her relaxation in the presence of this mare allows it to reach her eyes this time. Siobhan sorely missed greeting the new arrivals as they came, and the feeling of wholeness she felt when she knew each soul that resided within the Ridge. It had given her a sense of pride, when the Queen title had belonged to her, to know the herd over which she ruled. And while it was clear that such a status was no longer in her future, it wouldn't hurt her to return to some of her old habits.

Çiçek's questioning of Ailill leaves the red mare on edge for a moment, afraid for one uneasy moment that Çiçek would be the child of Ailill and this unknown mare. As much as Siobhan's heart was large, she wasn't sure she was prepared to meet the grown child of her lover by surprise. Thankfully, this doesn't seem to be the case and Sio melts again, amusement twinkling in her eyes as she brings up Ailill's dancing. Their moment together in the pale light of the moon was dear to her heart and the memory of it helped to steady her.

"He is well known for his dancing," she offers with a chuckle. "I believe he's even danced with Faolain, believe it or not." Her lips press into a warm smile again, her tone softening as she spoke of her lover in more depth. "He has a lightness to him that I've never seen in anyone else that can make anyone open up."

Siobhan shakes her head in laughter before offering a new question, not wanting to let this delightful conversation stall. "Did your mother teach you how to dance then?"