The deer, still peering in from the outside of the open library door, paying close attention to...Flicker's, if he had to guess given pony's oddly self-full-filling naming conventions, reaction to the violent welcome of the earth pony. He was also still judging if he could maneuver his antlers into the door way and weighing if it would be worth it or not for the trouble he'd have getting back out. The size of these doors didn't exactly accommodate antlers, much less on a larger clan of deer. As Flicker turned his attention to the Asim, the elk looked down at him with stoic regard. "I doubt your leaders would be short sided enough to put give any group a member that couldn't communicate. I speak your tongue, though I do no read it well as of yet." The deer's speech was colored with the native accent of his people , his vowel sounds coming mostly from the back of his throat, rather than the more nasally speech patterns used by the native equestrian speakers. He raised an eyebrow and added "I understand you well enough to know your humor and slang. It is simply wasted on me." A small smile quirked his mouth as he went on to talk about the Camel people, and thought to himself -most of it anyways- " I have not met a Camel, though My breed almost have as many words for trees and leaves."

Since his moments of ariving at the entrance of the library Asim couldn't decided if he had seen the best of pony kind, the worst of pony kind, or simple the most frantic. He decided to, for the time being judge it as a bit of all of the above. The interaction between the young female pony who had struck the burnt faced unicorn had played out...well to be perfectly honest, a lot better than it would have among his people. At least among the larger antlered clans. An opening encounter like that would have likely devolved into hours of locking horn, regardless if the two deer were of warrior families. If they were, it'd possible go to the death unless a deer of influence stopped it. Each pony handled their mistakes well enough, The Flicker pony being perhaps too harsh, though the Floret pony was clearly in a deeper place of wrong Flicker could have chosen better ways to address the issue. 

The zebra came in the middle of the exchange, Asim careful stepping to the side to let her in, nodding his head in a greeting. He liked the Zebra, as well as the Buffalo. While he had not spent much time with either race, he learned enough of them to know that their cultures all had similar philosophies. They were a comfort that there could be shades of gray between the breeds and still an understanding.

As the confrontation wrapped up and more introductions began, A sword, wrapped in green light wizzed by stabbed into the trunk, Making Asim buck slightly in surprise and wince at the sight of damage to the living tree. The continued movement carving a D only furthered his wincing, as the Unicorn responsible walked by The elk looked down on him with a less than subtle disapproval. Especially since he nearly hit the princess of his breed. Honestly, there would have been serious repercussion for such short sighted showmanship among his people. He interesting, if strangle frustrating, that the princess just shrugged it off as she did.

He did feel slight relief to see that he wasn't the only one to bring a sense of wisdom and discipline to this rambunctious team. Though it was quite an odd thought that the other barer of those qualities was one of her breeds natural enemies a griffon. He was all the more sure he would learn much of the nature of the breeds on this trip and was more sure that he had made a wise choice. 

With the princess downstairs, and began speaking to the group, he was about to carefully manuver his way inside, though a red earth pony arrived. Their chef apparently, and completed the group. Given the time to ease his way inside while the baker could simple walk in. Though the smell of his cupcakes, as the pony's called them, did make him a bit more eager to enter. His people didn't have much in the way of cooking, and despite the pony's many flaws and strengths there was one thing many other of the breeds agreed on. The little buggers could cook. He was a little eager to sample what was offered.

He had just managed to maneuver himself inside as the, what apparently was NOT a unicorn turned into what was NOT a Zebra. The Deer blinked and stared in surprise at the display. He spoke a word in his native language that didn't have so much fear as shock though it could be easily confused for such. He spoke again, this time saying the closest Equestrian word to what he had just spoken. "Shape-changer... This...was not expected." 

The deer have never had a true encounter with the Changlings. Their race was to stoic and serious to really produce the kind of abundant love and emotions the race typically supped on. it was why they more naturally targeted the more 'nutritious' ponies. But they had become something of a boogie man to the Deer breed. Being that could change shape and secretly replace members of your heard was...a disquieting thought in such a close community where depending on your fellows often mint the difference between life and death. He looked to the princess and bowed his head "Forgive me if this is...disrespectful Princess Twilight, but I am going to assume you have a good reason for this ka'eela...This shape-changer, as a part of this team."