cinnamon

Though he did not often show it, Cinnamon was thrilled Luthien was still in the Bay with him. He expected it to be a visit, perhaps a day or two to relieve both of their loneliness, but that day or two turned into a week or two and before he knew it, the grey mare by his side was as familiar as being by himself. He had expected it to take some getting used to; for almost a year now he had lived in isolation, broken by handfuls of interaction that were shallow except for the times he saw Zharko.

But he was seeing less and less of Zharko these days, and since his grey friend had accompanied him home, he had not seen the Vanner colt at all. He missed the young stallion, and felt some measure of guilt that they had not been able to find Zeru yet. He thought he could have been more helpful, but he had not wanted to push. He knew that journey was close to Zharko’s heart in a way anyone else could not understand.

Still, he had missed the company.

Now, however, he was mostly occupied. Both he and Luthien were a bit stiff and awkward on the Crossing, but Cinnamon at least had grown comfortable in the grey mare’s presence, and hoped the same for her. He figured she probably would have left if she were uncomfortable. It made him immensely happy that she stuck around, though he was quiet to show it; he didn’t want to overwhelm her.

Though they spent much of their time together, Cinnamon had taken to spending his mornings patrolling the Bay in the hopes he could prevent another event like Valka’s failed escape from Paradise. He was mostly inspired by guilt from having been absent when it happened, though it pleased him to see the Yakut mare take back her freedom in the manner she had. He did not know her at all, but her fierceness was infectious. He wanted to protect the freedom of others, as well. In his own slightly calmer way, at least.

At the tail end of one of these patrols, Cinnamon called for Luthien as he approached the clearing in which he often bedded down. There was a little meadow he wanted to show her before fall gave way to winter and the flowers were lost beneath the snow. He hoped she was awake and up for an adventure.

ooc: yeesh this is messy >.< Cinn has missed a lot in the Bay lmao

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