cinnamon
The warmth of the day was already beginning to seep into the Crossing even before the sun fully emerged past the treetops. Cinnamon breathed in the fragrance of summer - sweeter here than on Tinuvel, though perhaps not as fresh. He had spent the night on the Crossing after wandering the large central island most of yesterday, and the heat made him lazy, though the change was nice. He was bored and lonely in the Bay, with Zharko off looking for his brother most of the time and Goose tending to the responsibilities of leadership. The Bay herd was very small, and Cinnamon had not yet spoken to either of the two mares accompanying Goose, though he was not shy or unfriendly toward either. He would, in his own time, introduce himself, though perhaps he would wait until he felt a little less like a stranger in the territory. Everything that had happened with Liland still left him feeling strange and out of place. He hoped his little adventure to the Crossing would help him reset, and maybe feel a bit more normal when he came home.
The dappled red stallion shook himself out as the first few rays of warm sun began to shine through the leaves above and splatter light and gentle heat across his back. He was almost uncomfortable with the summer here, though his home before the islands had been hotter than this. Apparently, he was just built for the cooler weather and had never known it until he started spending chilly spring nights on Tinuvel. Or maybe it was that Tinuvel was dry, and the Crossing was more humid. Either way, he felt like a big cat stirring from its sun spot as he strode slowly out of his hiding place and toward the Falls for a drink.
He could tell he was not alone, but Cinnamon ignored the ambiguous scent of another as he bowed his head to drink. This was a common area; of course there would be strange scents lingering, and possibly other horses still grazing in the shade of the trees. Still, he almost startled when a slight movement behind the curtain of a willow tree’s boughs caught his eye, and he lifted his head to focus on it. The someone he had assumed to be here was much closer than he thought, though he couldn’t clearly see them behind the gently swaying branches. His gaze caught a glimpse of taupe fur, and a bi-colored tail. He wondered if the other knew he was even there, or even if they were hiding from him.
With a low, friendly nicker, Cinnamon stepped closer to the willow tree and brushed his nose against the branches. "Hey there," he said, the slight drawl of his voice warm and nonthreatening. "I don’t know what you’re hiding from, but I’ll watch your back if you want to get a drink." His tone was playful, but genuine, just in case they were actually frightened.
stallion // 16hh // EE A+a nSty // of the Bay
she marks her fingerprints
in my skin
i breathe her perfume in
and it burns like heroin
now she's in me
and i can't let her go
