Morning greets the man in a somewhat dreary way, the rain pelting down from above making his house dark even after sunrise. However as Jin rolls around under his sheets he can feel nothing but joy and contentment. He knows that unless the spirit wants to seek him out, Jin will never see him again, but after such a good reception, including it following him home, he feels no doubt that he will be seeing the little one again soon. Smiling into his pillow he peeks out at his house, watching various things shift and move as the little wisps escape his alcove in his joy.

[i]'Now now, stop that. I can't have you causing a ruckus so early in the morning'[/i] His eyes dart to the only visible window and he grows a little wary. [i]'I hope the Seraas has a safe dry place to stay nearby. My tree has a lot of alcoves in it large enough for the beast form I saw, so hopefully it's stayed nearby and I'll be able to see it again today. . .'[/i] Once more little wisps find their way out but this time they are no more than the little ones that regularly escape him in his sleep so he has no worry for the organization of his room as he watches them dance about.

Finally with a long yawn he rolls over once more, but with this roll he slips out of bed and stands. Stretching he curls and shifts with no shame as he does so without covering himself. It's his own house, why should he bother? It is hilarious when he answers the door this way, but after a few long stretches a chill runs over his skin and he decides to at least put a shirt on to stave off the cold. Reaching down he tugs his shirt free of the pile of clothes he'd left on the floor the night before. To the slight fortune of the creature within this does not expose it's furry little body, but likely would wake the beast if it was not roused already.

Turning to the room he moves to pull on the shirt, one arm in his sleeve before he notices something off. [i]'My notes. . . .I thought I put them away. . .'[/i] He eyes the stack sitting half way out of it's hiding place and looking a bit jumbled with a critical eye, straining his vision in the semi darkness. Pulling his shirt a little further on as he moves towards the stack he slips it on his other arm before suddenly freezing, feeling an unfamiliar tingle against his back. [i]'This is not my magic'[/i] His wind begins curling around his body protectively as he turns to the pants and unders still resting on the ground next to his bed. Staring for a long moment it finally clicks and his wind flares for a moment – setting off almost all the chimes hanging about his house – before settling and dying completely.

He can sense it now, still there, still fresh and real. He longs to go over and uncover the creature within but instead he resist, remembering his manners. [i]'It will address me if it so deems me worthy. All I can do right now is go about my day. . . .'[/i] Biting his lip he does his best to keep his excitement down and begins preparing his morning meal, making twice as much as usual as he prays he has two to feed now. As he works he begins humming the offering song softly, hoping his morning voice is just as soothing as his normal voice is and that it won't drive the Seraas off. [i]'It's not required to have a nice voice, but it can't hurt'[/i] he muses, smiling to himself as he works.