The Asha boy took the packaged seeds into his hands and cradled them carefully, like one might hold a small baby animal, fragile, so terrifyingly delicate. He held the wax paper to his chest and closed his eyes, trying to listen, though the plants could do nothing more than murmur imperceptibly. Ezra could tell they wanted to be planted and to grow, thrive, and Master's garden would be the perfect place to do so. The soil there was rich and full of nutrients, perfect for encouraging new life. "Thank you, Miss Hildy. You are very generous. No one has ever presented me a gift before." He smiled, hoping the healing woman understood just how deeply he appreciated her offering. "I will do my best to help these little ones grow strong, and when you visit Master's home I will show them to you, and we can sit in the garden and speak with them, if you like."<br/><br/>Hildy bid them farewell and though Reis gave permission for Ezra to sit where he wanted, the Asha decided it best to stay put next to his master, holding his seeds carefully so they would not spill or fall during the ride home. The path the carriage took was mostly smooth and well-worn, but there were a few places where the road was uneven, and Ezra would have been devastated if he had lost even a single seed to the rocking vehicle. He managed to hold onto the pack until they returned to Master's estate. He gingerly exited the carriage, still holding the seeds to his chest as he followed Reis, though Master paid no attention to him, instead giving momentarily giving himself over to Horvath. Ezra didn't mind; Reis seemed to be giving Horvath information of how things worked around the home, not unlike what he had done with Ezra. The Asha lifted his head when Ita appeared, though he could see a small look of distress on the woman's face as she attempted to catch her employer's attention.<br/><br/>A man appeared behind Miss Ita with a flourish, handsome and well-dressed. He was taller than Reis, with a similar face but more masculine, perhaps, though Ezra didn't know the word. The Asha stared in interest as the two men greeted one another, obviously familiar. "Master?" Ezra asked, wanting to know who this new gentleman was, but Reis ignored him. He stepped up close, pressing himself against Master's back as the visitor looked him over, called him "pretty." It was a word Ezra had heard often, a word he had come to greatly treasure. Pretty was good. Being pretty meant people treated you better, though that didn't seem to work quite as well with Master, and Ezra wasn't sure if Master Reis even cared at all about pretty things. At least not pretty Asha.<br/><br/>The two men seemed fond of the idea of tea. Ezra had never had tea before; he wasn't sure it was something he was allowed to have, or if it was only for Master and his guests. Without Reis having to ask, Ezra followed obediently as the humans made their way to one of Master's sitting rooms so they could continue their conversation. Ezra's ears perked up when the visitor, Mister Andras, mentioned him again, and owning Asha. Master hadn't said that Ezra needed to keep quiet, so the Asha opened his mouth, smiling widely as he addressed Master's guest.<br/><br/>"My name is Ezra, Mister Andras. I'm an incredibly special Asha, or so I have been told, though I have heard sometimes humans lie. I do not wish to lie to you, however. Master bought me because he was told he would be getting something extraordinary, I think. That is how I understand it. Do you have any Asha, Mister Andras? Are they like me?"