Common

Scarecrow studies the mare quiety, noting the way she paused when she thought and the way her face melted into a version of motherly concern he'd seen on occasion. If she tells me I just need to eat more, I may just lose it. He commentates internally, steeling himself for the offer of help that was sure to come. When her question did come, he dodge the question with a noncommittal tilt of his head.

Sick? Yes. In more ways than one. Fixable? Not quite.

Thankfully, his questions about Warsaw brought concern to her pretty face and he watches quietly again as she meanders her way through the situation. She shared far more than Crow would have though was advisable for a stranger, but then again, it's not as though the graying stallion poses much of a visible threat to her family. Still, knowledge was a weapon. One that, if wielded properly, could still earn him a few of life's little luxuries.

"Is he in danger of losing it? His land, I mean. I thought he was the one doing all the challenging in this war of his." This was true enough of course. From all the rumors that had reached Crow's dark rimmed ears the war was mostly the doing of Warsaw. However, like with anything involving more than one creature posessing free will, tides could change very quickly and a territory at war was at it's most vulnerable. She might be onto something. Even if someone hasn't spotted the obvious, there's a chance someone will stomach the thought of an old rack of bones guarding home base while they galavant around proving their glory.

He lets the thought of settling into something again bring a smile to his lips momentarily. Maybe the golden days of getting his own mare and corner of the world weren't so entirely far-fetched after all.

Neon's next words bring his attention back and he inclines his head graciously, as a way of thanks. "Of course, you're welcome to stay little lady, although you might give others the wrong impression if you have no intention of taking me home."

He winks, still a smidge proud of this shadow of his old charm. "This being the Commons and all. Are you lacking in companionship?"

Maybe that's why she's here. His lips purse slightly at the thought. Maybe she's lonely and looking to find herself some company. Fall's just around the corner and Warsaw might not be giving her enough attention. Crow knew from experience that if your attention was focused on matters of war, it was definitively not focused on the mares and foals you left behind. Then again, maybe she was just a loyal little herd mare, doing her best to fill his ranks like a dutiful worker bee.