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Stepping out of the glass doors, carefully juggling a warm tall travel coffee mug filled with hot coco, came the student that Micajah was waiting for. Amber brown eyes glancing around, taking in the new sights, the strange sights, the unfamiliar things, young Wynn made his way out of the building, like a deer daring to step into the field. There was only one person out there waiting for him, so Wynn made his way over to him, calmly taking a sip of his drink. He had to make it last.

He had just flown into the school not only but two days ago and still he had not interacted with anyone else but the adults who shuffled him from place to place. He pulled the edges of his mouth, as if getting ready to smile or...maybe he wouldn't. The air outside was considerably warmer than his homeland, Wynn knew that, but he wore his jacket all the same. He even gave a shiver, as if the cold that he used to sleep on had embedded itself into his skin.

Quietly giving a throat clearing of noise to interrupt the other student's rambling train of thought, Wynn extended a hand and pulled gently at the hem of Micajah's home sewn sweater like a shy child.

Wynn nodded his head at the affirmation of his name. This youth knew his name already, which was good. That meant that Wynn was in the right place with the right person. He kept his hold on the other boy's sweater, just a light pinch with his thumb and knuckle, and gave a small smile of his own. So far, the people of this strange new land were kind enough, almost as kind as the village back home. The people who took him here assured him that, that this place was like his village, just larger, with more people and more opportunities. It was a lot warmer too, but that didn't stop Wynn from shivering from remembered cold.

"For me as well," Wynn replied softly in his halting awkward English. He knew English well enough to speak it, but his accent was heavy and his choice of words reflected his heritage, "I wish to learn...why...why small ones, me and you, learn here. They told me good it will be for me here with what I do. Why could not my village come too?"

The questions were simple and innocent. It was evident that Wynn was not familiar with anything else outside his home. He was open to it, curious, and wondering, but there was a part of him that furrowed a brow at all these new things and questioned their validity and value.

Alright. That made sense. Wynn relaxed his hold on the other boy's sweater so it was no longer a pinch, but just a gentle hold. He felt a little more comfortable now that the question that was itching at him was answered. Ever since his bags were shoved into his arms and he, in turn, was rudely shoved onto a bush plane on the icy turf of his homeland tundra, Wynn had been wondering when he'd see his village again. He had been dreading that he'd never go back. It was all so sudden that it didn't really feel like it happened.

But what Micajah said was reassuring, and that made Wynn a little more comfortable with this new place. He looked forward to seeing his village again.

"Told was I..." Wynn stated and then his sentence trailed off. He was suddenly distracted by a particular tree in the courtyard and his hold on Micajah's sweater hem released itself as Wynn moved away, like a leaf shifted by a stray wind. He trundled down the steps of the building and strode directly underneath a thin tree with changing leaves. Holding up his travel mug, Wynn took a sip of the drink and admired the unfamiliar arbor.

He continued his sentence, unabated by the change in scenery, "The earth need strong spirits, young spear holders, water weavers, earth growers, fire breathers, and wind tamers, to protect her. Lurk in the sky, something does, hungry. Dark." Wynn turned his amber eyes to Micajah, wide and wondering, making sure that he knew was right, "Yes?"

Wynn nodded his head slowly.

When Micajah said "savior" the title seemed a bit large, a bit too large for Wynn's humble roots. He knew of the invasion, the news being passed between adults while they worked in hushed whispers and gasps of exclamation. He was aware of what had happened, but that didn't mean that Wynn was all too interested in becoming a hero. He rather enjoyed the quiet life, the silence of the icy tundra and muffled sky. The youth didn't want anything else besides that.

But then again, he didn't know much beyond what he was familiar with.

He knew what he was told and he was told that he would be here, in this school, for learning and focusing his talents. Perhaps "savior" was a title that he could grow into.

Reaching for the hem of Micajah's shirt, he once again took hold and looked up at him readily, "Start. I want to see."

The youth took careful note of everything the other was pointing out to him. Already, Wynn had spent a great deal of time wandering around the main dorms, walking in the hallways, standing in corners, and passing through doors over and over again, just to get a feel for them, before he had come to meet up with Micajah. Things were in sensible places, so they were easy to remember.

As they walked, footsteps quietly plodding along on the pavement, Wynn noticed Micajah making a large effort to be heard and understood. It kind of confused Wynn, but then after some thought he understood. The other was assuming things based on his speaking abilities. While the English language was one that Wynn had barely gotten his tongue around, he understood it perfectly well after being raised in a village that had many English speaking people. It wasn't uncommon in the cold reaches of Alaska to hear English. In fact, it was more uncommon to hear Wynn's native tongue. Not only that, but Wynn's name was even Welsh, for earth's sake, as well as his last name! It was simply because of his traditional upbringing that he learned last the language of the white-skinned people in his home.

This assumption made a quirk of a smile play on Wynn's cheeks.

"Magic," the dark-skinned lad answered with the soft nod of his head, "Earthbound."

Wynn nodded his head, taking into account that this new person would be a regular face. He didn't mind it, nor did he look forward to it, he just accepted it as a fact. It would mean that he could have help if he were to get lost or to get confused over assignments. Wynn wasn't one who looked for companionship, but he didn't mind it, even though he was quite fine with being alone. Whatever position he fell into would be fine with him. He would adjust and embrace.

As they walked, Wynn kept the gentle hold on the edge of Micajah's clothing. He eyed the places that Micajah pointed out and took his time studying them, filing them away into his memory before he moved onwards. He noticed the auditorium, but he hadn't been there before. Micajah said that he might have to go there, so Wynn made a special note to remember that.

"Magic building?" Wynn asked, wondering where the building of his future would lie. "Food?"

"Yes," Wynn said, not really specifying which of Micajah's three plans he was casting his vote for. He simply glanced around all the while, his brown eyes taking in all the interesting sights and cataloging them in his brain. While hunger was on his mind, Wynn didn't really find it important. He hadn't eaten very much in the morning, considering his abrupt change in setting from Alaska to island, but then again, he didn't eat very much at all. Wynn replied mostly on his hot coco, which he figured was okay to drink in bigger sips since they were heading to the cafeteria. Lifting his hands, awkwardly trying to keep them away from Micajah's sight, he drank some of his coco in a long sip.

"I like hot chocolate," he admitted. It was probably the most excited he had been all day. His shoes crunched softly into the shoes as he passed through the grass and a happy lilt accented his steps.