Letting her head lower so that she could just enjoy her company and the rain, Baba Yaga flicked one ear forward to listen to Dagda as he spoke. A soft smile took over her lips, speaking of the soft emotions that ran through her body. This stallion meant her no hard, at least from what she had gathered of him. Their first meeting had left her at ease in more ways than one, even if her stance had not shown it. With him having taken her around the territory and then teaching her some of his language and such over the spare time she had, the mare was growing fond in a friendship sense so far for the stallion in which she met all that time ago.

Tilting her head to the side, Baba Yaga listened a bit more before nodding her head faintly. “I do love the Forest. I am not sure why, but this place feels more like home than anywhere else I have been.” Tinuvel, Atlantis, neither had felt like home. She may have been born in the Bay, but Yaga found herself loving this little slice of densely treed Luthien soil. It called to her on so many levels that she could almost taste it, but she never had the desire to ruin the freedom and peace of this territory. It was part of what she was thinking of and contemplating, but that would all be decided once she had someone to help and with Dagda’s next set of words, the mare let out a deep breath as she stiffened just a touch.

“I… I don’t think its worth really going back at the Arch for a mare I tried to claim in the Commons.” Her words trembled a bit, as if she was not entirely sure. “I… want to have her here and such with the impression she left that day, but is it worth it considering the family members that I could lose in return?” Flicking her ears back, Yaga looked down at her hooves. “There is nothing stopping him from challenging me for you or Royal. Nothing stopping him from going for the others that roam in this territory. Zion could tear everything away because of selfish pride.” Ah, there it was. She had once told a stallion it was not that, but now it felt more like selfish pride than the want to show another this glorious Forest. Lifting her head as she sucked in a breath, the draft mare shrugged her shoulders. “I just… I don’t know what the right course is here, Dagda.”