As the little one comes scrambling into view Dorian lets out a long exasperated sigh. [i]'Ah well, they lasted longer then I thought they would'[/i] His eyes rove over the now tattered garments hanging off the youth and shakes his head sadly, but a faint smile rests on his lips when at last James makes his way up next to his sire. That look in his eyes, that obvious excitement coursing through him. He can't even bring himself to be honestly upset by the state of the boy's clothing and hair, though he himself got through the run with no more than a hair out of place, his clothing still quite clean and dignified looking.

Reaching out he brushes James' hair back a bit so he can see the youth's face better, smiling warmly at him. “Messy little thing of mine. . .”  he chuckles fondly. Drawing his hand down the boys cheek he brushes a few bits of bark from the youth's hair before responding to his question. “It is simple science Little One. Trees bend with the wind, some better than others, and will always return to standing straight once the breeze is gone. They act like springs.” Sitting back against the trunk he points up. “So, being the most exposed to the wind, the tips are rather sturdy despite their slender build, so as long as you do not bend them down far enough to break them, they will snap back into place and take you along with them if you do it just right.”

Reaching up he pets the youth's hair gently, trying to at least clean out the gunk a bit before they continue, taming those blond locks a bit. In a soft voice he murmurs, “I am not angry about it, in fact I expected it, however you really must learn about taking care of your clothing. It is not all that difficult, once you learn to use your eyes properly.” He chuckles again, poking James gently on the nose. “You have done well on your own, so you should be proud of yourself, however you are a long way off from your full. . . .potential. . .” Dorian smirks, letting out a soft sigh before turning his attention to the sky above. [i]'We still have a little while before we need to head back. . .'[/i] Looking back to James he murmurs, “Care for another run? Maybe catch a deer or a rabbit?” His voice is soft and playful.