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This was almost too exciting for Wynn, but the boy decided to follow in Rui's steps. At least he had gotten some good information...The Magic division would have good teachers. That's good. And...Oh man, Wynn began to shy as they got closer to the throng of youthful teenage boys. He could only manage a meek, "Okay," to RuiZhi's offer of safety as they dived into the crowd.

From behind Rui's shoulder, Wynn glanced around with unsure eyes as he debated between being defensive or being quiet. Micajah, now mysteriously trapped in a wheel chair, talked with another dark skinned boy at the food table. Twisting his head forwards, he saw the "birthday boy" of the party as well as the people who were around him, and a tall boy with brown hair. Letting his mouth twitch in a contemplative frown, "Um..."

Before he could spill out an awkward happy birthday wish, Wynn's attention was captured by the other dark skinned student he had seen moments before at the food table. He said something familiar...Tribes. Wynn knew tribes. Wynn was from a tribe.

With his face brightening ever so slightly, Wynn answered, "Wynn Darbinian...I am Inuit."

"This is Wynn, Scyeth, and I insist you be nice." He teased his boyfriend lightly before he was addressed, turning to give an unfamiliar boy a bewildered expression. Happy Solstice? Was that another holiday he wasn't familiar with?

RuiZhi gave the teen named Canaan a curious look before extending his hand in returned greeting, offering a slight bow in the process. "Nice to meet you." It was a little awkward to greet someone without offering his name, but then again, it had been shouted. Anyone who didn't know it was either not in the room or deaf. "Welcome to ShinKami." He didn't know what the holiday Solstice was (he knew well the time of year, his people having been agricultural, but he'd never been greeted in such a fashion), so he decided to stick with formalities even if it was a party. He was not any good at this 'partying' thing.

Luna, but he was so not a party person.

"Ah, and it looks like you've met Wynn." He flashed the other a pleased smile. "It's nice to have both of you here."

Wynn kept his eyes for the moment on Canaan, trying to remember from the few maps they had posted on the market walls of his cold tundra bound home, where the Cherokee and Hoopa Nations were. He remembered that they had one upon, his village people that is, traced out the distant relations of their kin. It was long ago and this poor Inuk could not recall. "Where is your tribe? Cold?"

Then Wynn heard his name mentioned by other voices. His attention perked, he looked to the other boy that Rui was introducing him too just as he pulled Rui to him, effectively removing his protective barrier. Wynn pulled a shy smile to his face and the little bit that he had opened up to receive Canaan had instantly closed like a clam's shell. Giving a few mumbles, he inclined his head and said, "H-hello, Scyeth." as he took the offered hand with his gloved hand. "I want...Magic."

Micajah took a deep sigh of relief as Cane walked off and started to talk with others, the color in his cheeks fading down a bit, and he huffed to himself that this wasn't good for his heart and if things kept up he'd be dead before he hit sixteen. This all had to be stress from the accident, his body just acting in self-preservation mode or whatnot, and he accepted that without trying to press on anything else. When he was fully healed, he thought, he should be back to his old self. A little more cautious to be sure, but his old self.

He was going to go and talk to the others, mostly the ones he was unfamiliar with and hadn't spent much time together (mainly Weiyuan) but when Micajah turned away from the table he frowned to see that the boy was making his leave from the party to go do running or something.

Lame. Lucky.

He couldn't very well leave like that, his crutches making swift exits near impossible, not to mention his friendship with Scyeth kept him here at least to keep some peace.

Maybe I should go speak with Wynn? He seems to have hit it off with Cane well, and Scyeth is currently enthralled with RuiZhi, which leaves me...to eat?

Wynn listened to Cane's description of his land and he was able to picture the area he described with ease. Or at least, where it was on the map. While his home on the tundra had very little trees, the Inuk found the thought of the tallest trees in the world quite intriguing. For one, Wynn really enjoyed the company of trees and their spirits. It was always a special treat when, on his morning treks around the tundra, he would stumble into a small wind-beaten grove of trees. He would listen to them, enjoy them, and appreciate them before the sun moved too much and he had to get on with the rest of his day.

"It's always cold," Wynn said to Cane, "Where my people stay. There are days with no sun. All white sometimes, and lots of earth to listen to."

"That would be amazing to see. Your people must have strong roots to the earth."

It couldn't be helped, Cane, a loving, honest boy, was also quite wary of strangers [especially non native strangers], and tended to be a bit guarded until he warmed up to them, still, when he excused himself from the conversation again, his smile for the group was real, and refreshing.

"I grow tired, I am afraid. Perhaps I will see you all soon?" Cane gestured toward the sign-up table again. "Hopefully at practice for our sportsclub."

Moving toward the door, Cane paused to eye Micajah for a long moment, before touching the boy's elbow. "Would you mind coming with me? I have some questions about our notes."

Cane stopped in his tracks to turn back to Wynn, blue eyes warm as he pressed a fist against his own chest. "We stay in the same dorms. We will meet again, soon." A grin for the other native, and he turned back to the exit.