<strong>Name:</strong>Cinnamon Tart<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Where ever she's led.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Hare, Hatter<br/><br/>There'd been no comfort with the blindfold, save that it caught the tears before they could stain her cheeks and the collar about her neck was uncomfortable against her skin.  But the tremble of her lip still gave away the fact that she'd been crying, even if the soft sound of her sobs didn't.  To say that she was quietly terrified was an understatement, only the girl didn't know what exactly she was terrified of.  But there was a cheery note in the Hare's voice, perhaps it was that.  She didn't recall him being so damnably pleased when she bolted before.<br/><br/>Of course, she didn't recall her arms being bound so very tightly either.  The end result was that those slight breasts were thrust up against the thin fabric of her dress, one long stained from the various spills she'd taken as a result of his pointedly prompt pullings.  There were cuts and scrapes on her knees, but her chin as well and fine pieces of broken egg shell littered the front of her from where she'd fallen on the path in a particularly perturbing crunch.<br/><br/>"But where...," Cinna stumbled when the Hare tugged; those broken shells more than just a little rough against the girl's bare feet; like splinters almost. "..are we going?"  And why did he still seem to think it was her birthday?  That'd been almost four whole days ago.  And she'd spent the bulk of them hiding so that no one could wish her a Happy Birthday or more, give her some sort of gift.  The very idea just..<br/><br/>Cinna shuddered with the thought, "Hare please," the waif of a girl implored, "Can't I just go home?  I promise I won't run away again.  I don't need anything for my birthday, I swear I don't Hare, Sir just...," the poor girl never finished the sentence.  He'd all but pulled her up short, choking off her ability to speak for a moment because while he was throwing his arms wide to greet the Hatter, poor Cinnamon was falling once again, onto the ground but at least this time she managed to catch herself and keep from landing on her face.  Instead she crushed down hard on her knees instead.<br/><br/>"Oww..," the girl sniveled from the ground, those blind eyes turned up towards the sound of voices as she tried not to cry all over again, "Hare please...where are we?  Why can't you take the blindfold off?"