The first part of her greeting was mainly casual and light-hearted, a welcome. She glanced to see the horses who were already members- and leaders- of other herds. If she felt the need to join a herd, she would likely join with the groups Mirage had spoken of, though if Mirage did not join a herd, Couth doubted that she would. She wanted to life a lifestyle as close to that as her Weyrleader as possible, unless she was assigned the task of joining a herd. She made a mental note to mention that to Mirage later.

Mirage introduced all the equines in order of the way they stood, so that Couth could put a name with each face. Her lips twitched slightly when Mirage confirmed that the two dark steeds, fraternal twins, were her brothers. She had suspected so, and it was gratifying to see that she was right. And she had also picked up on the relationship between Mirage and the dragon-like stud, whose name was Vikram. If she memorized only a few names on that day, his would definitely be one of them, as would the names of Madyrn and Maskan, by association with Mirage. She was also taken by Rishma- one she suspected was also close with Mirage- and in particular, Daenerys, who had a somewhat melancholic look to her pretty features. The mare had spoken before, with a light and gentle voice and Couth turned her head to gently touch her nose to that of the aforementioned mare. She had spoken of wanting to be accepted as family, and Couth felt the same. She decided she would make a point of getting to know Daenerys.

When Vikram was proclaimed as the Wingleader, Couth tossed her mane and stamped one foot against the ground in congratulations, blowing out a soft huff of air to show her approval and respect. Yet another equine she would have to become acquainted with, as he had been chosen by Mirage to hold a respectable position within the Qian. She quieted quickly, though, picking up on the change in Mirage's behavior in a flash, as the ebony Weyrleader's facial features grew serious and grim. She spoke of the God of the Sun and his warring ways. Couth stood perfectly still, listening intently, and as soon as Mirage finished and asked for others to stand with her to seek the counsel of the Goddess of the Moon she immediately responded, causing her long, silvery tresses to wave once more as she nodded her head and squared her feet. "I will climb with you, Weyrleader." Came her voice, sounding almost foreign with the amount of confidence it carried.