SCARECROW

Scarecrow expects any number of reactions to his arrival. Fear, disgust, nervousness, wariness. All of those were common, but her curiosity and open expression were unusual for him and they elicit a grin of his own. Somehow her entire demeanor had brightened with his arrival and he wasn't particularly sure how to proceed.

Apart from his dam, Crow wasn't sure anyone had looked at him with delight.

Surprising too, is her response to his question. It is surprisingly close to how he viewed the world. Live and let live. No sense in wasting your life worrying about things that couldn't be changed when you could just enjoy the feel of the sun on your back instead.

"Fair enough, though it's not always wise to tempt fate. She can be a cruel mistress." He says it pleasantly, tipping the dark rim of his auds forward toward her. Like a sunbeam, there is no amount of shadow she cannot banish and her excitement gives way to more questions, to which he offers a small shake of his head.

"The Lost Isles are new to me." He glances briefly toward the ocean, but his gaze does not linger. His past is out there, somewhere, but its of little concern to him now. The change in scenery had not changed his number of ties to other creatures so he does not care if his body settles here or back home. Looking back to the pale girl, he continues. "I've seen the Commons, the Falls, and the amount of the Meadow that led me to you, but that's the extent of my time here. The Desert is next on my list though. I haven't been there yet, but it's as close to a home as I have."

The last had been a strange development to say the least.

Despite braving the swim to the Commons - a feat which had nearly cost him his life - he hadn't really expected anyone to approach him. Stallions were not nearly in as much demand as mares were, and those in his condition even less so. Still, Cain had approached and offered him a home in the Desert. A land just sounded warm. With winter fast approaching, he had already envisioned what it would be like to stand under the warm of a wide open blue sky while soaking up the heat.

"Where do you call home, pretty bird?" He says this without malice or ulterior motive, just a way to pass the time in pleasant conversation. He has a terribly bad habit of assigning pet names without thought to how they may be perceived. At the potential for real conversation he relaxes, his hip slings as he rests it, one dark hoof drawing a furrow in the ground as he tilts it.

"Have you met anyone interesting here? It always seems like the ones with the best stories are those who travel a lot." He offers the mild compliment with a grin, resting his gaze on her as he waits for a reply.