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 Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 10:27 am
"Ah...." So it was not the dry skin of warmer climates. Cane frowned as he remembered his cousin Greyson. "My cousin is like you, I think. I do not know the name of his troubles, but it is very long, and the cold helps not hinders. It is the opposite of what happens where I call home." A pause and he slowly released Wynn's hands. "You do not have your medication here? Speak with Doctor Kenth. I am sure he will provide you with something."
The taller native didn't seem to have any problems with the apperance of Wynn's hands.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 10:33 am
"No medicine. Never had any. Cold helps," Wynn said in broken sentences, keeping his eyes locked on Cane. As soon as his hands were released, he snapped them back to his body and uselessly tried to wipe the sweat off on his jacket. Although, this time, the other hadn't winced or gaped, Wynn still felt a bit ashamed that his hands were like this. It was always an awkward moment when he had to explain what was wrong, announce that he had exfoliative keratolysis.
One thing that exposed itself in the back of his mind, a memory from his childhood, made Wynn feel slightly better. He had forgotten it in the chaos of moving from Alaska to the campus.
"They say it is mark of spirits," Wynn let his brows raise slightly, "When I was left on tundra."
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 6:37 pm
"Then you are blessed, indeed, brother." One of Cane's thick fingertips touched the smaller boy's forehead, surprisingly gentle. "You will do well on your path." A quick, easy smile. "Magic, yes?" He didn't seem to mind Wynn wanting to hide his hands. Whatever was comfortable.
"I will be promoted soon, but I will give you my room number in the new dorm, if you wish it."
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 9:58 am
Underneath the soft press of Cane's warm fingertip, Wynn let his eyes squeeze shut as he stuffed his hands into his jacket and a small smile tacked itself onto his lips. Yes, he will do well on his path, Wynn thought. There was no other option, he HAD to do well. If he wanted to become angakkuq...
"Yes," Wynn said in response to Cane's observation. This wasn't the first time that someone openly guessed Wynn's focus at the school (and were right). Wei, the tree-basher, did as well. Wynn briefly wondered what was it about him that spelled out "magic student" to the others. "Magic." he felt proud to say that.
Unexpectedly, Cane announced something that didn't sit right with the young Inuk. "Leaving?" he asked, his large amber eyes snapping open with confusion, "You leaving already?" This was so sudden! Why did he have to go so soon? Wynn only just started getting settled and he had just discovered a fellow Native and now he was leaving? Why?
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 1:12 pm
Cane's warm hand was squeezing Wynn's shoulders now, and he smiled reassuringly at the smaller native, shaking his head. "Yes, but I will not go far." Moving away, he headed to the window, pointing out across the campus. "My new room will be in that building, and you will be welcome to it anytime, little brother."
Turning to glance at Wynn over his shouler, his smile was still warm, caring. "Do not worry. We will be in different schools, but there are those in magic that will be friends to you." A smooth shrug. "Micajah is there." The blonde was a good person.
Wynn had endeared himself to Cane's large heart rather quickly, and now the teen was reluctant to leave him. Still. "I regret leaving you, Wynn, but I must meet Scyeth for practice. We will see you at the open practice in a few weeks, yes?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 1:22 am
Following the other Native's gesturing arm, Wynn glanced out the window to the other building across the campus. His eyes locked upon the far away dorms and he screwed his mouth into a pensive frown. He supposed that those rooms weren't too far away. At least Cane was staying within walking distance...But still, there was a part of of Wynn that was sad all the same. They would be in different areas of the school from then on, without much more contact other than these social activities like parties, sports, and field trips. Wynn somehow felt that it wasn't going to be enough.
Turning his gaze back to Cane, looking over the caring hand that was upon his shoulder, Wynn gave a meek smile, "I will come often," he promised, "I'll bring cocoa."
When Cane mentioned something about Micajah, the dark-skinned boy perked at the sound of a familiar name, "I know Mica," he said, pronouncing the student's name as "mee-kah", "He is nice." But before Wynn could continue, Cane mentioned something about leaving for practice and it was then that Wynn realized he must've overstayed his welcome. He nodded his head, trying to keep the disappointment from his face, as he took a couple steps towards the door.
"Okay, I be there," he said. There was hope in his voice. He looked forward to these practices, even though that he didn't know anything about what they were doing. Wynn's specialty was being a quick learner when it came to hands on activities, so he'd learn then. "My thanks..." Wynn paused and gave a meek smile, "Brother."
The Inuk took another few steps to the door and he would leave after he heard Cane's goodbye.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 9:32 am
Cane's large hand reached out to clasp Wynn's forearm in firm shake as the other boy called him brother, and he nodded. "Be well until we meet again."
As Wynn left, Cane headed over to his closet, shaking his head as he grabbed his practice gear. The Inuk was a sweet, sweet boy. They would have to see each other again, and soon. Why was it that the people Cane wanted to protect always went into Magic...?
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