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 Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 12:24 pm
Wynn thought about the proposal for a moment until he agreed with the soft nod of his head. He leaned up from the ground and folded his legs underneath him so that they brushed against the cold cold concrete. Rocking himself forward, he pushed his hands against the ground and stood himself up. Now that he was farther away from the concrete, which was slightly warm from the day's sun and earth's molten core, Wynn could feel the bite of the cold more strongly than before. He leaned down once more to pick up his near empty mug of hot coco and then straightened his jacket, tucking his elbows close to his sides and holding the mug tight to his chest.
"Inside," the Inuk agreed. Without waiting for her to get up, he started meandering towards the dorms, the area he supposed she meant when she said "inside". Quite honestly, Wynn didn't mind the cold, he hardly paid attention to it even though his body exerted signs of actually being cold, shivering, and prickling up. But he would need to refill his mug soon, so going inside now was a good idea.
But then he paused in mid-step, remembering the reason why he was out there in the first place. His face grew concerned and he tilted his head back to look towards the sky as if he would finally catch a glimpse of the northern lights finally come. Nothing. The skies remained dark and hollow and Wynn furrowed his brows deeper as if the sky had personally insulted him or lied.
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 2:15 pm
She rose- not exactly graceful, because her joints had settled and frozen in the cold- and followed him towards the dorms. "I think it would be best," she suggested gently, "if you went to sleep after you finish your cocoa. It's several hours time difference between here and your home." Though he'd never said it in so many words, she couldn't really think of any native community that would be so used to cold outside of the far north. And he didn't have a Greenlander accent...
"I can't make you, though," she acknowledged with a minuscule shrug.
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 5:27 pm
"Need direction," the youth responded with the shrug of his shoulders. He knew that his body was still quite awake, that, in his homeland it would be almost eight o clock, around the time that he would trudge home from hanging out at the local grocer. While the idea of sleep and escape was enticing in itself, Wynn could almost promise that his nerves would keep his mind too preoccupied to rest. Perhaps it would be nice to rest in the bed. He added despondently, "That is why I'm not home."
He turned to face her fully and he gave a respectful bow of his head, "My thanks. Hope to walk with you again." The Inuk glanced up at her from his bow, and proceeded to take a sip of his almost empty travel mug. He had to lean his head all the way back until he was able to lick the last drop.
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