As the horse rolls into motion the kirin grips his host a little tighter. Being positioned behind the man Chall's body more thoroughly feels the effects of the shifting of the beast's back legs and once more the youth is reminded just why he has little skill on a horse. [i]'They way their bodies move, so different from my own. Riding in a carriage is easier, because then my mind only registers the movements, but on the animal itself I can fell all the motions, all the jolts and muscle shifts. It's disconcerting to a pert of my mind. . .Most likely the kirin half. . .'[/i] He sighs softly, enjoying the countryside while it lasts, the various wild animals grown use to living so close to a human settlement scurrying and climbing this way and that, a few stopping to look at Chall as he passes. He looks back at them, when he catches them starring, only looking away when a particular shift of the animal beneath him jostles his wounded shoulder. At these he growls way down deep in his chest, but otherwise pays them no mind, knowing that neither horse nor handler are to blame. Instead he tries to occupy his time with the nature around him.

His magic, unlike most human magic, even his master's, relies heavily on his innate connection to nature. Animals, though not conscious of it, can feel that connection and as such, react differently to Chall than they would just a regular half kirin. When they finally pull into town, Chall has to refrain from hiding his face against his soon-to-be ex-host's back and his shoulder pain fades to the back of his mind. On a normal day in the castle town, when forced out into public, Chall has no problem walking proud. As the mage's apprentice he has garnered no small amount of respect, and everyone knows that messing with him is a very bad idea. . .Also, everyone recognizes him. [i]'However, even if word has come to town about me, there is no guarantee that those who attacked me aren't here. . .Or if they decide to take another crack at me that anyone would do anything about it. I can't just wantonly use my magic in town, too many people not involved may get hurt. Elemental magic cam be very unpredictable when used in a grand a scale as fighting back against a gang of men. . .'[/i]

He tries to sit up a little, to not look as timid as he is feeling, however a few of the more interested stares drive him to look away, fidgeting with his robe as if he's looking for something. His keen ears pick up a little of the chatter going on around them, and he can not help but let out a faint sigh of relief as he doesn't hear anything that sounds like plotting. Well, plotting concerning him anyways. [i]'Someone has a birthday coming up. Sounds like a fun surprise for whomever they are talking about. . .[/i] Chall muses silently, his tail swishing back and forth at the thought. Then just like that, they are through town and once more the young man feels his body relax a bit, and his pain return. The ride after the town is long and silent. Unsure of what to say to the large bear of a man seated before him, and needed to become more acquainted with the land before he uses it, Chall instead focuses on the world around him and keeps his magic flexing and contracting, letting it all get to know him better.

[i]'It really is nice and peaceful around here. I can feel that the land is well cared for, and the animals are content. . .The air is far cleaner than in the city, and the people have not polluted it all too much'[/i] He lets out a sigh. [i]'It is nice here, however despite the comfort all this brings, a part of me still longs for home. . .For my brother. . .I pray he is well. . .'[/i] 

When at last they reach the body of water Chall smiles, the feeling of a well loved pond enough to send happy trickles of magic through his system. He nods silently, his warm smile still in place as he slides off the horse. [i]'This place is well used, much life comes through here. It is tended, and cared for. Not only by the humans, but by water folk. This is a very good spot[/i] “Thank you.” he murmurs softly, not wanting to just walk off rudely without a word. Walking slowly up to the very edge he begins speaking softly, drawing out the herbs he will need when he exits and setting them aside on the bank before slowly, and unashamedly, slipping out of his clothing. For the magic to work properly, there needs to be nothing between himself, and the element he is entreating. His clothes fall into a heap as he begins chanting softly. The chant is short, a few simple words of placation to the spirits guarding the pond, before he steps in. Normally nature magic requires few to no words to work it, however when dealing directly with a request to any particular element, a few words of respect are standard.

As he walks in deeper, a slight turbulence takes place across the entire surface of the pod, the light splashing almost like it is shivering. The cool water against his flesh draws a sigh from the kirin, relaxing him even further. He knows humans are often particular about nudity so he stays facing away from Wren until at least what they call “Privates” are covered by the pond water. He turns, his eyes aglow with the magic gathering about him, and looks to the man with his warm smile making a reappearance. [i]'I do not know why, but I get the impression that he does not like magic all that much, despite being friends with a magic user. . .Perhaps if he sees some beautiful magic, he will change his mind. . .'[/i] Chall does not know why such a thing matters to him, not really caring what the man thinks since he has already decided to kick him out after only one night's rest, however he can not help the feeling of per the man seeing such a thing, important. Occasionally across the dancing water, a bit of the liquid seems to lift of the surface, and then skip around like a skipping stone across it before falling once more beneath the surface.

With a sigh he crouches, settling his normally raised heels on the mucky, by pond weed and such, bottom of the pond, and with a few slow arm movements he draws the water in to his wound, still just above the surface of the water. The magic is subtle, the jumping surface of the pond the only truly noticeable part of the spell save for Chall's glowing eyes, however as the water wraps around his shoulder, sliding in to repair rather than just heal his damaged muscles, his eyes fall closed, his head snapping back at the sudden cold sensation inside his body. The pond takes out it's own payment for the service in the form of a good portion of his magic which he can recover in a day or two, before leaving him entirely, his shoulder much better than it was before. The depth and viciousness of the wound keeps it from being heal all at once, but it is enough for him to move it without whimpering.

[i]'Unfortunately, I see not being able to move far from this spot until I both finish healing, and regain my magic. The spirits in this pond are not use to being used, and the amount they took reflects that'[/i] He sighs softly, looking back to the man once more, his eyes normal. [i]'I guess it means going back to living outside. I am grateful for the day in a bed he gave me, I should not feel so disappointed. . .'[/i] The shivers on the surface are replaces with just the ripples that Chall himself creates as he begins walking out of the pond. The water, if anything, looks better than when he entered it, the insect life above it almost doubling and the fish coming up to feed contentedly. They are few, and very small, most likely brought by the spirits long ago for fun. 

Stepping out Chall turns to the side a bit, to be polite should Wren be one of the humans ashamed of such things, and takes a seat by the herbs he set aside before the trip into the waters. He hums softly as he prepares the ingredients, the mixture of which with work as a supplement to the pond's healing and keep him from tearing open the newly repaired muscle. The grass beneath him feels naturally damp and as the trees above rustle in the breeze he shifts at the blades tickle his backside. The silence having gone on long enough, and the kirin being in a much better mood than he was before, Chall speaks up loud enough for the man to hear as he works. “This place is very nice. Well used, and unspoiled. Those who use it do so with respect, whether they know it or not, and the spirits are pleased. . .”