Chall is careful to keep his eyes on the man, even as he longs to simply go about his herb search through the fine looking box set on the table beside him. He has the feeling that all his grace and refined civility are lost on the simply looking man, however he remains as polite as he can be, as he was taught from a young age, and does his best to repress the expectation laid in him by years at court to insist same in return. [i]'He has not been rude, and more than welcoming if I do say so. Not many would take in an obviously unusual boy, let alone keep him around when he has appeared hostile more than once against various things. Not to mention spoken to his animals in a less than courteous manner when he himself seems to have some sort of close relationship with them'[/i]

The youth blinks at the sudden and unexpected smile, the sight of which causes his ears to fall and then rise again in curiosity. His stiff tail relaxes ever so slightly, wriggling back and forth with a faint twitching motion at the end. Chall is well aware that one of his kind trying to hide their emotions is like a dog trying not to drool when delicious meat is being prepared before it, however he almost chides himself over the unconscious actions before remembering there really is no need to suppress them right now. [i]'It is only one human, and he has already accepted me, as much as I have seen any accept my kind, and he is neither a royal or a noble, from what I have seen, so it really does not matter'[/i] His tail, which had gone stiff as soon as he noticed it moving, once more goes back to swaying and Chall turns his attention back to the man, who at last returns the courtesy of stating his name.

Despite being short and a bit curt in his reply, Chall can hear nothing to indicate he is upset or otherwise in bad temper, so he concludes the man is naturally of little words. He's met a few like that over the years at court, thought he must admit, very few. He nods back polity and at last turns his full attention to the box. His fingers long for a moment, to snake out and run across the pattern atop the lid, his sense of touch essential to him when it comes to admiring beauty such as what he sees there, however the man, Wren, not a moment later removes the top and sets it aside before he can do so. The assault of smells comfort him greatly, the familiar scents of herbs and roots making him feel almost at home for a brief instant. He lets out a long sigh, moving to the side of the table as the man steps back and runs his hand over the stash, taking in the faint energy coming off the small central box, before carefully taking out only as much as he will need of the dried plants that he desires.

Setting them aside o the provided cloth he glances over his shoulder to make sure that Wren is still out of the room before reaching out to stroke the lid of the box. The mostly smooth surface with the subtle textures and carved indentation cause a ripple to travel up his spine and he smiles faintly. [i]'Lovely. . .'[/i] Hearing the man returning he moves once more to the side so he will have free access to the box and he quickly wraps up the selected ingredients. He notes that, while dried, the plants seem to be rather lively and he looks to the small box giving off bits of magic. [i]'Must be what keeps it all fresh. I know of such magic, however I have never had a teacher for it. I am sorely lacking in many fields of magic. . .'[/i] His ears droop slightly, but then Wren is back in sight and the come back to attention. Watching him walk past he scoots forward a bit to look out the door after him before shuffling back to stand beside the table.

Most of the time when he visited other places, other people's homes, he'd always had his master with him, or someone or more import that the head of the house would pat attention to. Being the only one to interact with the master of a house leaves Chall a bit on edge as to just how to act. Once more the man comes back into sight and he waits patiently, the small handful of ingredients clutched in one hand. He follows the man's movements and a part of him drops ever so slightly when he sees Wren pick up the bag. [i]'Oh, I see, he wants me out of here today. Well, I guess I should not have expected more. Humans can only tolerate the strangeness in this world as long as it is convenient for them I suppose, and keeping me around for another day would be nothing if not inconvenient. . .'[/i]

He continues muttering inside his mind as the man speaks, nodding faintly before traveling over to where his blood soaked robe is with careful, pained steps. His thanks the spirits that the man leaves before he can watch the pathetic display of Chall trying to get his robe on without injuring his arm further. It take well over a minute, the faint grunts and whines stifled as well as he can manage, and his tail helping wherever possible, however his pride still takes a hit at how pathetic the whole ordeal is. When at last he has the thing on he grimaces at the blood stain but quickly picks up the bundle and slips it away into a pocket on the inside of the robe. He checks to make sure the rest of the herbs and the like are still in place before making his way to the front door. He pauses for a moment, his ears going down as his eyes adjust to the significantly brighter outdoor world.

As soon as he can see properly he looks about the grounds and smiles faintly at the earth feeling coming off of the very ground around them. Despite the animal traffic and the like having reduced the area directly around him to packed dirt, he can still feel a lot of nature's energy around the area and he takes a moment to let it flow through him. The smells on the wind, while some not all that pleasant with the amount of animals in the area, revitalize him none the less and his smile stays in place as he looks to where the man stands beside the large beast. His smile stays in place even as he eyes the animal a little warily. He's ridden horses before, with some success, however it is not his favorite way to travel. Letting out a faint sound he moves in a little closer, motioning for the man to mount it first. Once he is in place Chall moves in close and crouches low before springing lightly on to the beast's rump. It almost seems to not notice the sudden added weight and Chall takes a moment to relax his shoulder before slipping in behind the man and taking hold of his waist with his good arm. His legs slide down to either side of the horse and he can feel his bones shift at the shear breadth of the creature between them. [i]'Definitely not a riding horse. . .'[/i]