His body jumps ever so slightly when Aryx calls his silly habit a ritual. “No, um, I don't mind. . .” H he mumbles, caught off guard by the odd realization that the man may be right. [i]'Is it really a ritual? I mean, I do it every possible time I can, and it doesn't feel right if I don't. But that's just weird. No on else does it, and it's not like I'm part of one of those religious sects'[/i] His head hangs a little bit as he thinks. A light breeze causes his clothes to flutter once again and he unconsciously tightens his grip over his waist. “I've, never thought of it as a ritual, really. It's just something I do, it feels right.” Looking towards the town he tries to imagine what the others would think of his morning habit. The many faces laughing good naturedly, the chuckling over his foolishness. He's not sure if anyone would out right have anything to say about it, but he does know that they would all laugh about it.

Without another word he walks out to check the clothes again. It's more a nervous action than an actual curiosity over whether or not they are actually dry. [i]'Maybe it's that half of me. The beastman half. I could be a part of my heritage. Maybe I'm closer to nature than I thought'[/i] He tries hard to remember if he did it before coming to this little town, but his memories of that time are hazy at best. [i]'I can not remember even a single sunrise with my father'[/i] The thought stops him, frozen in the middle of the last article of clothing.

After several seconds his hands fall to his sides and he looks strait up into the sky. Forcing his arms away from his body he spreads them out wide and takes a long deep breathing. The breeze picks up again but this time he just lets it wash over him for a few seconds before his arms fall once more to the hem of his shirt. Wandering back over to the house he props himself up again and smiles over at Aryx. “I guess it is a ritual. I never thought of it like that, but you're right, it is.” His eyes fall to the ground and he adds, “I don't know when I started to do it, or why, but it is what it is.” Looking back to his guest he has an apologetic look on his face, but he looks a lot more relaxed now. “Sorry about all that, I was just, caught off guard by the concept. I'm a simple kind of guy and to think something like that actually is as important to me as I now realize it is was a shock.” His smile widens and he tilts his head tot he side. “Thanks for pointing it out for me, Mister Aryx.” The wind fans his hair as he thanks his guest softly.