Given that neither outright hostility nor malign intent appear on the mare's face at Siobhan's approach, the snowflake mare allows herself to relax a fraction of an inch more. She wouldn't deny that the slim possibility of meeting someone that she could call a friend that was not also a rival for Bjorn's affections was strongly skewing her demeanor, but she tried her best to keep a cautious but friendly affect. Tinuvel was, by nature, a much more lonely and forlorn land than Atlantis was, and the red mare felt the effects keenly. This move had been (mostly) her choice, and while she did not regret it, she had not developed any great love for the place either, and without the buffer of multiple friends, the days before the children had arrived had been long and quiet.

No. The curt answer takes Siobhan by surprise in turn, and she can feel her ears ticking back in irritation. Had this peach-colored mare forgotten that she was the interloper here? For a fraction of a second Siobhan wonders if Bjorn had been gone longer than she thought, that perhaps he might have disappeared again and left the land ripe for the taking. Was this another Faolain scenario?

With a subtle setting of her jaw, the red woman's head raised and her gaze hardened. It wasn't her place to drive out intruders, but nor would she willingly turn the other cheek and pretend like the other mare hadn't been rude. After a beat, the nameless woman elaborates and Siobhan listens guardedly, her opinion now darker than it had been only moments ago.

"Ah," she intones after the intruder's admission, but does not soften the neutral mask she's barely holding onto. Siobhan could not see what would draw someone to this barren landscape. It was all she could do to not regard it with the same fear and loathing that had characterized her first two imprisonments on the island, but she knew that Bjorn seemed to love it. As did Tigerlily, and their children, and her friend Ysabel and her family. It might not be strictly fair of her to blame any of what had happened on the land, but it was this same landscape that had stolen her eartips with frostbite and given her nightmares a background chorus of howls to keep her awake.

"There's not much to interrupt around here," Siobhan answers coolly, her tail dancing across the wide span of her belly. "Were you planning to stay? I can call for Bjorn if you like."