"Victoria. Victoria, where are we going. Victoria, is this a party? I don't want to go to a party, Victoria." Raiden tugged against his daughter who was holding on his paw with an iron grip. "Come ooooon, dad, I wanna meet mom, she's supposed to be here." said Vicky, his daughter and the reason the normally anti-social Raiden was at such an event. "Why do I have to be here, though? And with RINA..." growled Raiden, glaring at the other Cake Kuhna, who, ever the social butterfly, had run off into the mass of party goers, making a beeline for Aaron, the Kuhna she'd met before in Nu'san, where Tom had found his lifemate. Sala, Rina's friend but far less self-confident, followed hesitantly after the Cake Kuhna, mumbling "Rina... are you sure about this? Where are so many people..." Vicky turned to look at her father, pouting slightly. "Because you should see mom again." she stated simply, dragging him towards the Arkuhna in question and waving with the other hand. "Mom! Mom, over here!"
Ender wandered in after the group, feeling, as he usually did, alone and set apart from the other Kuhnas. To them, he was just Ender, the prophet. Ender's subconscious was brilliant, allowing him to analyse things with great ease and figure this out. But since it wasn't concious and he couldn't explain how he knew, it seemed like he was telling the future. That, and the fact that this left him a constant state of rather dazed confusion and had him wandering all the way across Evelon to tell someone something he didn't understand, isolated him from the other Kuhna, which saddened him. They spoke to him, sure, but no one of them were comfortable with him, and always spoke with respect that bordered on reverence, making the gap all the wider. Maybe here, he could find someone who didn't know about him, and then maybe someone would be able to get to point of... friends with him.
[[Raiden: 50 || Vicky: 1 || Rina: 26 || Sala: 1 || Ender: 11 ]]