He laughs whole-heartedly, grinning from ear to ear. Not that anyone could tell, but the gesture is there all the same. Weir is glad to have helped ease the girl's embarrassment, for they had not truly meant it he was sure. All the same, best to fix it before things went down hill. He's busy listening to Magnus when the stallions ease dart to his head, gesturing. He wonders what that is all about for a moment. Then he remembers.
"Oh, right, yes. ears. I should have those shouldn't I?" He clears his throat, and then the two little appendages are there again. They flit about his red forelock, turning this way and that. "There we are." He says rightly, trailing alongside the others into the depths of Heaven.
"How about you though Fynn? Do you need your ears?" He grins and gives a wink, before turning the ponies ears invisible.
The tree, now that is a sight. It's been ravaged, alongside a sprouting garden. A garden, indeed, he had not known about that one. "Terrible, terrible sort of mess. I shouldn't like this sort of behavior to carry on." He means that, he truly does. "We havn't been keeping up with our visits, and for that I apologize. I should speak to our King about helping here, I see no reason why not." Then he wonders if that idea is even a welcome one. "That is of course if the Gates should agree. We can't let this sort of thing continue, not here, not anywhere." Certainly not, because if the Chamber would wreak havoc on an entity, what was to keep them from deciding theirs was worth destroying as well. Weir gulped, swallowing hard, the thought of loosing Darwin made him sick. After all, Darwin was his soul, and he couldn't very well part with that. Not for anyone.
"Why Fynnegan, I never knew." He presses, commenting on the Falla's family history.
WEIR
If you hurt me, that's okay baby, only words bleed
bleh. I'm sorry, I just didn't want this to sit so stagnant >.<