cinnamon

Luthien’s gentle press of her nose against Cinnamon’s cheek did not go unnoticed, and for a moment he just stood there, grinning stupidly at her before gathering his thoughts and trying to explain his intentions for waking her up. "Good morning," he purred. "No such thing as over-sleeping, unless you want to watch the sunrise, in which case, we both over-slept." He chuckled, glancing up at the pale morning sunlight that fell through the reddening leaves. The island’s deciduous trees still held most of their leaves, but their colors had been changing from the lush green to vibrant hues of fire. "Actually, you hardly need to wake up early to watch the sunset. The trees are almost a sunset of their own," he commented, thinking it might be nice some time to take a walk just to appreciate the leaves. That could be an adventure for another day, though.

Looking back down at his dappled friend, Cinnamon grinned once again. "There’s something I want to show you," he said, his tone quietly excited. "There’s a meadow of flowers that will be going soon when it starts to snow, but it’s amazing in the warmer seasons. It looks the best, in my opinion, with these red leaves above ‘em." He reached out to neaten the silver strands of her mane, or at least attempt to. He kind of liked the way it looked when it was messy; he thought it was cute, but he wasn’t sure if that was something she wanted to hear, so he kept it to himself for the most part.

Moving away from her mane, Cinnamon scraped his teeth for a couple minutes along her withers before moving away, not wanting to cross any lines, though grooming had perhaps been a bold enough move on its own. He just liked being close to her, and even if she had a boundary against touching, that was alright. So long as she still let him hang around, he would be content. He grinned at her again before walking a few paces backwards, beckoning for her to follow him before he swung around (almost hitting a tree in the process) and starting in the direction of the meadow.

It was a short walk, but enough time to enjoy the bright array of colors arching over their trail. The meadow was a small one, just big enough for two or three horses to relax comfortably in its space. The flowers were still there, though a handful of leaves were scattered throughout as well, but that was expected. Cinnamon gave a little hop as they stepped into the hidden little garden, and turned to face Luthien. "What do you think?" he asked. "I found it when I first came here. Not a lot of traffic over this way." He grinned again, stepping aside to let Luthien in all the way if she wanted to check it out. It wasn’t anything grand, he knew. Just a quiet little meadow that no one else seemed to know about but him, and now Luthien.

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