Quiet, pale eyes watch with a loose sense of reality when Gaucho falls towards her, shifting to follow his full descent. His landing is greeted by tired eyes and a weak smile at the sound of her nickname. Promptly, Scarecrow's name called upon. Internally, she wishes that the colt could speak out for himself here, only so that Gaucho may overlook his disability as she had come to do.
"This is Scarecrow. He's-" Vocals are cut short at the arrival of the black and blue mare, almost pony, and her painted companion. The pair come with their wings, soaring overhead in such a fashion that she's left in envy once more. Lack of flight capabilities had made her singled out in the bird's nest. Scarecrow would become part of the circle that dared to be permanently grounded with her.
The presentation of the stallion seems much grander than the scene occurring with her recruit. This was no battle over who had brought the best back, but the feeling of being ignored gnaws a hole into her stomach. Scarecrow's retreat aligned with Gaucho's obvious frown is enough to make her regret bringing him to the borders.
Well, she wasn't about to tell him that he wouldn't be accepted into a home when she had gone out of her way to ensure he felt comfortable.
"I'm Sikeax, and this is Scarecrow." Her horn motions backwards towards the colt, attempting to shift attention to them so that they can be introduced. Soft blues gaze upwards to search out Gaucho's acknowledgement. "He can't speak, but that won't make him useless."
Sternness doesn't lace itself around the words that roll forth from her lips; she refuses to be rude towards them, only wishing that they could receive a few words to their presence. Muscles go to a point when they look strapping and powerful before the eyes of others.
Instead of throwing words to them again, she steps back, enough to place a few more feet between her and the others, and to coax the colt along her flank where he had once stood. Cramped enclosures made her nerves run wild and the immediate arrival of a mass of feathers and tall statues(other than the electric female, who stood below Sikeax in matters of height) could offer no such relief. "You wouldn't mind him, would you?"