<strong>Name: </strong>Cinnamon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Park<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Them & Her.<br/><br/>The subtle changes that wove through their body was missed in the desperate need to be pleasing and find acceptance while skirting the prescribed fate for all of Mother's children.  Cinnamon didn't understand the smirk, but she was glad when it was gone and that grin was back.  She hugged him for it.  And it was a him, because he had said so.  But to hear that they'd come a long way to find her...brought a flicker of worry into the girl's eyes and she wondered now if she'd said something wrong, or too much and brought a dark fate down to the cat such as that which she herself aimed to avoid.<br/><br/>"She's not in trouble...is she?"  The question came with trepidation and a faint quiver there in her bottom lip as her eyes darted out across the pond and then over her shoulder, back, back to where she'd seen the mouse as if she might suddenly shout a message and tell the girl to run.  Run fast and far far away from it all, away to warn the cat.  "Because I would hate to think that I was responsible for getting someone in trouble." Except herself, but that fate was unavoidable. "I don't want anyone to be upset."<br/><br/>That Cinnamon looked like she might cry then, did not ease with the tender way they said her name and the anecdote she had in regards to her namesake was forgotten on her tongue as she waited for reassurance to ease her fears.  Fears...that courted tears near the very corners of her eyes.<br/><br/>"It's very nice to meet you, Andy," Cinna replied with every ounce of manners she possessed, while carefully unwinding herself and taking a protective step back; it became a leap when they asked if she knew where they could find the Hare and her eye went wide and panicked and she searched the horizon as if he might step suddenly from the shadows, come to claim her back. 'N-n-no.  No no no.  I-i-i I don't.  I don't know where you could find the Hare.  I shouldn't have mentioned him.  I'm sorry.  I'm sorry, don't tell him you've seen me please,<em>please</em>.  Please don't tell.  He'll take me back if you do and I don't want to go back.  I don't.  They'll move my room if I get in too much trouble again.  They'll take off my belt." Except she didn't appear to be wearing one.<br/><br/>"I don't want to go back!"  She shrilled, the sound of quiet terror rising in her voice as panic gripped its sickly hands around her middle and squeezed tight, threatening to choke out even the sound of her voice, so that she wanted to run once more.  To run and flee and there was no hope for kindly smiles and gentle conversation.  "Promise you won't tell!"