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]'I really should start remembering to put this on [b]before[/b] 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'[/i] 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]'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] “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]'I thank the stars that for some reason the animals do not defaecate on this thing. Makes my job easier'[/i] 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. [i]'That should do it!'[/i] 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.