He feels at a loss on the short walk to his home, frustration warring with his general good nature. There had to be a way to get her to understand. To be understood by those he met. At his heart, Rucker is a social creature. He has grown up in a family filled with chattering and laughter and constant movement. And though he hears none of it, it has always been easy to recognize the warmth and love in his mother's face and in those of his siblings. The black colt had taken for granted that the world would always know him.
A sigh escapes his lips, but it is quickly chased away as the meadows of the Gates appear. Eager, Rucker jumps forward, tumbling through the wildflowers so that he is sprawled on his side. His sides shake with laughter and he grins teasingly at the girl, Lexa. He wonders if they could be friends, if anyone will think a deaf colt is worth their time.
He catches the movement of her lips and his features instantly go still, eyes concentrating. A relieved smile crosses his lips and he nods sharply. “Gates! Is pitty home.”
He notices her hesitance at the border and is confused. Wichita may have schooled him on ettiquette, but only half of what she said made it through. It wasn't that he didn't understand, it was that he was too busy watching the clouds pass or chasing birds and wishing he could fly like that golden stallion he'd seen around. With a ungainly leap he scrambles to his feet and circles behind Lexa to gently nudge her over the border. With a mischievous grin, he then launches towards her side, intending to entice the girl to play.
“Lexa!” He shouts gleefully, laughter on his lips.