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There was only one student at Shinkami who was more than sad to see that the bleary cloudy skies of winter had finally melted away against the warm rays of the sun. Wynn was actually quite bothered. He meandered around the campus, seeking refuge from the lukewarm climate of the dorm rooms in the air of the school grounds (he didn't know how to turn on the air conditioner). He refused to take off his coat, though. It was his own way of rebelling against the warming season. Another thing that made him particularly irritated was that it was slowly lapsing out of season for hot coco. It was too warm to drink his favorite beverage and this, too, made him quite irked.

Walking slowly, Wynn turned from side to side, keeping hi eyes wide for someplace to rest. Around his neck hung his snow goggles, the same ones that he had worn on the trip to Greenland. After the entire experience, he considered them lucky and wore them from that day onward, an interesting necklace that went well with the beads hanging in his hair from Mica.

As he wandered around, trying to find a place of shade that would allow wind and space to nap, he found a familiar large figure hunched over by a tree. His little chest welled up with excitement as he recognized the dark skin and dark hair and the Inuk turned his steps into hops and skips that led him towards the tree.

"Cane!" Wynn piped, waving an arm high over his head, "Brother!"

Settling himself down next to him, the boy observed the tools in Cane's reach. There was a wooden frame, and leather, bits of twine. All the items necessary for making a drum. Wynn knew that best than anyone. He came from an icy place where their regular forms of entertainment included music, singing, and instrument playing. They didn't have things like television or board games. They had each other and the things they created. In fact, one of Wynn's favorite games was where one tried to laugh more than his partner. So, when seeing that Cane was constructing a drum, Wynn let a smile pull onto his cheeks, wiping away his frown of displeasure.

"No. Too hot here," he said simply. It wasn't even summer yet, merely spring, "Too hot. Don't like it."

The small Inuk wrapped his arms around his legs, glancing at Cane and the elk leather in his lap, "You make drum. I don't have instrument here. I have voice, but no instrument." It was true. There was no room in his baggage for a drum or flute from his homeland. If he had antler or some kind of bone, perhaps he could craft one for himself like he did with his goggles, but he found himself in short supply.

Wynn watched as his fellow native spoke a few words about the summer and the heat. He didn't understand why Cane looked so pleased when he talked about the upcoming season of warm. It didn't make sense to him, because, honestly, Wynn couldn't see why anyone would enjoy something that made them sweat, uncomfortable, and sapped energy. Wynn much rathered the cold, where he could bundle up against it and use it to his advantage.

"Heat will melt me," Wynn stated matter-of-factly, trying to make the sad truth sound like a joke. "I am born in ice. The heat will melt me like sun melts snow from tree branches."

As he expressed his view of the upcoming summer, Wynn let his voice slow down to a whisper as Cane touched him and held out a bone. It wasn't a caribou bone, but it was elk. Workable, in Inuit standards, for a flute. The small Inuk looked up at Cane, his eyes wide and grateful, "You have bone? You brought it from homeland?" Soon, excitement took over and Wynn's chest swelled up. He had been yearning for weeks now to get his hands on material and create something with it! He had brought his tools for carving and such, but he had failed to bring any bones or hides of his own. Now he had something to occupy his time with.

"My thanks, brother!" Wynn bubbled, leaning forward to clasp Cane's shoulders tightly with both hands and lean his head against his forehead. This was his way of saying thanks. "We can learn song. I teach you my song and you teach me yours."

As Wynn moved to settle back on his own haunches he listened to his Cane, his amber eyes large and admiring. He was growing to very much like Cane, not only for his closeness in heritage, their kinship, but also for Cane's person. He looked up to him. Wynn saw strength in his fellow native, a quality that he very much wanted to have. Perhaps, if he remained near? He could become strong like Cane.

Wynn's had no time to pack his icy home into his trunk. He had time enough to grab what was necessary, what was important to him, before he had to leave. He didn't even get time to say goodbye to his village, whisked away underneath a cold morning sun.

At the mention of heading back to his room, Wynn nodded. "It is warm there, but I have tools," he pointed out as he started pushing himself up from the ground. He dusted his pants and made motion to help Cane carry something, "Yes. I will share my cold with you."