With a loud whoot of joy Jin takes a dive at a group of water birds flying low over the sparking waters of the river. A few people out and about in the early hours of the morning chuckle and wave at the young man as birds cry out their fright and frustration at the sudden aerial maneuver. Jin laughs at the sound and with a roll of his shoulder and a huge gust he's once more high above the town. His eyes scan the village, jumping from street to street as he spots one person after another. 'Looks like it's time to head home for the morning. They don't like me up here when the kids have their morning classes. Apparently I'm distracting. . . .somehow. . . .' He giggles aloud and dips the left wing of his rig.

The rig is a simple device, looking a lot like pretending wings as he holds the flaps open, and the impression isn't entirely off. The forest green body suit comes with a set of flaps that normally would hang limply behind him like a cape. But by taking up the hard wood rods hidden inside the front of each flap and spreading his arms wide he can fill the flaps with a hard breeze and lift off the ground. The flaps attack at the hip so he can fly horizontal through the air, and attached to each boot is a set of fin like protrusions which help him steer at high speeds. Jin flies as often as he can, but today he has some work to do. That coupled with the request by the teacher of the young ones in the village is what drives Jin towards home.

“Too bad. They could learn a thing or two just from watching me, I'm sure.” He giggles again, the wind whipping across his body making him a bit giddy. The village whips past, the clay tiled roofs looking like a rainbow at the speed he's flying. As he closes in on the cliff below his home he casts out a hard gust directly at it. The marking on his face and neck flashes as he summons up the wind element more than usual and as the winds meet there is a harsh rustling of the trees in the area. The mix of winds provide Jin with a strong blast of lift and like a shot he rockets up to the top of the cliff. When at last he crests the lip of the cliff and his home comes into view, all the winds around town settle into their natural state and nature once more sends it's soft cool morning breeze through the village.

Jin drops his feet with a sigh, his landing as soft as ever, and following the sigh closely is a groan. Humans are not meant to keep their arms out like that for so long. 'In the woods I have to bend and fold my arms often, so it's easier on my body, but that speed soaring. A rush, but so hard on my body!' Rolling his shoulders he carefully slips out of his rig and hangs it on his wash line so it can dry. Jin works up quite a sweat when he flies. “I'll was you later. . .” he murmurs to the inanimate object before giving it a wave and heading towards his front door. The light breeze feels good on his bare body and he turns into it for a few seconds, letting it cool his heated flesh.

Behind him the leaves of the great tree growing around his house rustle gently, making a soft kind of music Jin always enjoys. Once he has his fill of the wind he turns and passes under the archway of roots and opens the door to his home. Inside the front room offers up many places to plop down comfortable, which Jin decides to do on to a large plush pillow like lining on a wicker scoop shaped chair. The young man has a very fine home by anyone's standards, but every bit of it he either paid for himself, or found discarded. He doesn't like getting rid of things that still work, so when his fellow villagers would toss something out for one reason or another and Jin felt that he could make use of it, he would scoop it right up and bring it home.

Stretching out in the chair he tries his best to ease his aching muscles, his hands running all over his body to each little hurt to try and tease out the pain. “I really need to remember to stretch next time. Yeah, that would definitely help. . .” he murmurs softly, finding a knot in his arm that makes him gasp. After a while he just gives up and falls back into the chair with a grunt. 'I don't have too long to lay around. I have that thing to do for the council in the forest. I wonder why they picked me. . I mean, yeah, I am the only one who still visits the shrine, but wouldn't a priest be better for the offering? Not that there are any left, but. . .' He knows that his thoughts are quite pointless, but he still can not help but grumble to himself a bit.

It had been a long morning for Allendrois too. Having traveled a great distance from his village to find a place populated by the people who his ancestors used to live with and protect and mentor, he was exhausted after so many disappointments. Though, one could hardly call them disappointments. ~He never really believed in these people. The ancestors had to have forsaken them for a good reason.~ Yet, he had made a promise to his elder councilwoman...and it would have been nice to find someone worthy enough to garner his attention and respect enough for him to reveal himself. But there was no one.

He had started today with his usual pessimistic and overly critical views, skittering about and watching people prepare for their day through their windows. He looked from mothers, to fathers, to those who were single, and even to the young. It was barely into the day and he hadn't technically seen half the population yet, but his pessimism gave him need to take a break. So, acting on his more wild side, he ran about in the woods and grabbed a few bugs to snack on before finding a tree over hanging a cliff, deciding that it would be a great idea to check out the view. And it would have been a great view to any of a humanoid body, but to Allendrois in his ferret body, it was an excellent view.

That was until something, or someone, came flying almost directly at him, creating an incredibly strong gust which almost threw him out of the tree, and would have if he hadn't been at the joint where the branch met the trunk. Suddenly the gust and the source of it was gone and he was left grumbling and confused. Apparently trees weren't safe around here. Quickly climbing down, he focused his mind on his task. He didn't want to keep looking in vain for his chosen one in this town, so he would look for a shrine to his people and see what shape it was in, if they even had one.

'Not having one would almost be better than what the last village did...'he thought to himself as he ran through the woods, stopping to peek around occasionally. He had a specific task in mind, but he looked for everything - bugs, grasses, flowers, dead things, predators, puddles.He was a ferret after all. Well, ferret-like. Excluding the occasional large beetle, and tuft of grass that he'd roll around in, the rest of his exploration was pretty unremarkable. Finally, he came to what appeared to be a stone path, and he followed it to a shrine. Having found his destination, he climbed into a tree and gave the whole area a good look over.

It's better than the last one, the path appears to have been swept clear of debris...but the shrine itself didn't even get that much attention. Why even bother then? he sneered.

Not too long after he gets comfortable a knock resounds through his house, pulling yet another long groan out of his nearly endless supply of them stored deep within his tense body. Dragging himself out of the comfy chair he lets out a sigh and meanders over to the door. The knock comes once again just as he reaches and and without thinking he pulls the door open. The female runner looks him over once, turning a deep shade of crimson before coughing and bringing her gaze back up to his eyes. “I-I've brought the offering from the council. They offer their thanks once again for agreeing tot his task.” He blinks at her stutter for a moment, then remembers that he's not wearing anything.

The breeze picks up slightly as he reaches over to a hook next to the door and pulls off his robe. 'I really should start remembering to put this on before answering my door. After all, it's not like she hasn't seen it all already, and putting it on is almost a a moot gesture. But I suppose it may make her more comfortable for the remainder of the exchange' Living alone atop a large hill no one climbs, next to a forest almost no one goes in, Jin has grown quite use to remaining as comfortable as possible most of the time, and as a windkin allowing the air to almost constantly be touching every part of his body is how he is most comfortable.

Slipping on his robe he ties it carefully before bowing low and accepting the parcel. 'I know I have done this for years now, but I still can not help but wonder what is in this little box. I can feel it's magic pulsing, but it does not feel familiar. . . .' “I thank the council for bestowing upon me this honor. Please tell the council I hope to continue to serve them in this way for many years to come, and that I will do as they ask with the reverence such a task deserves.” Despite his silent bellyaching over having to complete this task they give him each year, he really does mean it when he speaks so highly of it to the woman at his door. As he speaks he notices he gaze shifting not down to his waist, as one would expect, but to his arm.

His chest tightens and he knows that he can add another person to the lift of people intimidated by his marking as with each glance she seems to grow more and more uncomfortable. When he finishes he lets out a little sigh and looks he square in the eyes. “I'm done now, you can flee.” She looks startled but does not respond to his statement past a little bow before she takes off at a fast walk out from under the roots and down the little pathway leading to and from his house. It is little more than a goat trail, but it is the only way to reach his house on foot. Huffing he closes the door a little hard, once more feeling the sting of being on the outside of things. However after a few minutes, filled with him getting dressed properly, he calms down and in no time is once more calm and carefree.

Once ready for the hike he taps his earring gently, liking the way it feels, before scooping up his broom and slipping the box into his travel bag. Making sure his door is closed behind him, not needing the stray breeze pushing it open and letting the critters in while he's gone, Jin sets off down the well worn, albeit thin, path to the shrine of the forest. As the wind tickles the branches around him Jin holds his arms out wide. He normally keeps tight control over his powers both inside and outside his house, save for when he's flying, however when he is in the forest, away from things he can break and people he can bother, he lets himself relax a bit, letting the wind express itself with his emotions.

He uses the wind to clear the path as he walks, the trip taking well over an hour to complete. As he walks he hums a tune, watching various little critters skitter a few feet away only to turn and stare at him. They are quite use to Jin walking through, most having been born in the past few years, after Jin had moved into his home at the edge of the forest. They are content with his actions, as long as he doesn't destroy anything. Once he is out of sight, they return to whatever they were doing. When at last the shrine comes into sight he stops using his wind to clear the path. Somehow he's always felt it more respectful to use something made from plants to clear the immediate area.

Of course, the animals tend to hand out directly on the small stone shrine, and as such it's always a mess when he arrives. Once the area is clear, Jin having remained in silent reverence the entire time, eh approaches the shrine proper. He clears the leaves off from the steps leading to the little stone platform it's on, the entire thing only coming up to his navel when he stands right next to it, and for the last bit he puts down the broom and clears off all the clutter with his hands. 'I thank the stars that for some reason the animals do not defaecate on this thing. Makes my job easier' After a half hour of work, the shrine is completely clean.

Sitting back on his heels he surveys his work and after a few seconds he nods, smiling. 'That should do it!' Slipping off his bag, he carefully extracts the box, setting the bag off to the side. Holding the box delicately in both hand, only the tips of his fingers touching it's glowing surface, he begins humming softly. The wind gathers around him as he hums, taking his voice all through the forest. His humming slowly grows louder, and eventually, he begins singing. He doesn't know what the words mean, but they are exactly how he heard them sung each year at the little festival they have in town in celebration of the forest every year.

The actual festival takes place days from now, but this ritual must take place before that day for the festival to be a success, at least, that is how the legend goes. As he sings the wind continues to carry his words through the woods, stopping animals in their tracks to listen, and making it seem as if the tress are singing with him. When at last the song comes to an end Jin sets the box down gently before the shrine, and bows with his forehead to the ground. “Good luck forest shrine, and spirits if you're out there. May you make it to another year in one piece.” He whispers these words softly with a light sigh before sitting back up on his heels, his knees digging into the hard dirt.