Wed Aug 22 2007
Another eek is heard once more when the tunic tightens and clings to the
girl's little body, for a moment panicking and waving her arms around frantically like if she was trying to fly. Soon enough however the girl
relaxes when she sees it's just harmless adjustment "Phew..I can see that,
good to know yer skilled at yer craft" Says she looking up again "Nice ta
meet'cha..umm..miss Cinnammon" The girl who was once acting so offstandish
now seems to open up due to the friendliness of the woman, already tamed
into a sense of security. This behavior serves well for the question of how
she ended up in such a situation makes her tense up, but sighing and looking
up she stares with big brown eyes "Well that's somewhat of an odd
story..would you consider yourself a spiritual person Miss Cinnammon?"
Most adults might have passed off the question as little consequence
coming from a young girl. Cinnamon, however, seems to consider the question quite seriously. She doesn't answer immediately, giving the matter some
reflection. "No," she answers honestly, "I don't think I do. At least not in
the way I think you mean." She smiles again as she continues, "though that
does not mean I don't believe in spirits. I believe in any number of odd
things, some most people would consider quite distasteful if not alarming."
She walks a few steps to the side to find a wildflower which she picks. "Do
spirits have something to do with your state?"
Despite her appearance the girl does radiate with a certain aura, though
she does act very childish and shy to a certain point. Truly as antisocial as someone would expect in a feral youth but she has not the demeanor of a
savage or naivety for that matter, in fact there may be some truth in what
she says about being a chief "No sweat, most folks nowadays ain't too well
versed in the waves, but believing is all you need to do" She giggles
suddenly looking up with an impish smile "Aye, they do..I am what you can
call the spirit of war" The girl says in a lower tone to add some dramatic
effect "I've lived since the very beginning of time to witness, and take
part of all the wars that humanity has spawned" Then she looks down at the
ground sheepishly, snickering nervously at that "But..heh..I'm not without
flaw and recently I've found myself in a bit of a jam y'see..heh but it's
alright because in this form I can walk freely amongst mortals" She looks up
with bright eyes and smile "Isn't that cool? Well as long as I'm wearing
clothes that is" Falling silent for a moment she regards the taller woman
closely "I shouldn't be telling ya this things but I get the feeling yer
someone I can trust, plus I owe ya one"
The woman regards the flower as she listens to the explanation,
delicately cleaning the stem. "Spirit of war..? Like Ares or Mars? I've heard and seen stranger things." And it does explain the girl's confidence.
Though that does not mesh so well with her clumsiness. Cinnamon gives that
some thought at she moves closer again. An elegant shape with but the
slightest tapping of her heels on the ground. How she manages to keep those
stiletto heels from sinking into the ground is a mystery. Perhaps more of
her 'magic'. "I take it that a fetching young girl is not the spirit of
war's favored appearance?" She moves close, but not too close, and crouches
down, gesturing for the girl to step closer, the flower ready to be tucked
in her hair. "Trust is a wonderful thing," Cinnamon smiles, a bit wistfully.
"I thank you for it. I fear it is something I am rarely granted." A soft
chuckle drifts from her, lightening a mood that was close to becoming
serious. "Not everyone cares for my magic."
The girl nods with a confident 'mmhmm' eyes closed for added effect
"Though I'm a lot more mortal than an actual deity of war and not as arrogant" Smiles the girl even as she goes to place her little hands on her
hips with a grin "Heh, indeed it ain't you can said that I was..'naughty'
and got trapped in this form" The girl confesses with a bit of a bashful
movement, going to place her hands behind her back and look away with a
guilty 'I ate all the cookies in the jar' sort of childish look. She tenses
back again and her attention is caught when Cinnammon is suddenly on her
eyes level and despite her dark color of skin her face is soon stained with
a blush. Shyly she steps closer as motioned, making no movement to try and
move her head away from the flower, as it is she already has plenty of
feathers adorning her hair and she welcomes more items. She can be heard
swallowing saliva loudly, all of the sudden intimidated it seems by the
woman's seemingly magical persona "Aww..shucks..I can't understand why. You
strike me as a pretty nice lady" She grins again holding her new tunic "I
can appreciate a good magician when it comes my way, specially one that
makes such nice clothing. There's not a lot of people left that would go out
of their way to clothe a naked girl anyways 'ey?"
The woman's own reddish complexion, so close yet so different from the
girl's, may hold just a hint of a blush. "To tell the truth, I found the sight of you aesthetically pleasing. Quite the image of a lovely savage. But
considering your rather mercenary approach, I deemed it best to offer you
some clothes." Humor shows in her eyes, her smile, as she continues. "For if
it would be a rarity for someone to offer a young girl clothing, I fear
it would be nigh impossible for anyone to offer the same for a woman like
myself if you were to have absconded with my clothes." She stands, effecting
a shiver. "Why, I'm afraid the sanctity of my body may have been violated."
"Really?" The little savage looking girl appears surprised at such going
to scratch the back of her head in confusion and delight as well for she smiles that impish grin of hers once more "Th-thanks I guess...no one has
called me pretty before" She stutters "That's what..aesthetically pleasing
means right? Never was too good with them fancy words..too many hits on de
head mebbe" She says and despite her forehead being unblemished and lacking
scars she still goes to rub it "Woa hold on what?" As the woman suddenly
goes to speak of violation and such and reminding her of her initial intents
of stealing her clothing the poor little girl seems at a loss, waving her
scrawny arms in despair and eyes turning into spirals. "No! I mean..I would,
I mean..I wouldn't! Gah.." Truly out of words and suddenly feeling guilt at
her previous intentions the girl takes a few steps forwards and attempts to
wrap the woman in a hug "I wouldn't let 'em do that!" Squeals she in an
attempt to sound protective, chin resting on Cinnammon's shoulder
Cinnamon doesn't seem adverse to the hug and even returns it, though with
more gentleness and grace than the girl. The clothing wrapped around the girl seems to tremble where it comes between the two; a faint impression of
a wriggling puppy delight. If a bit slobbery. "Well, I suppose I can be glad
of that," she laughs. "Though with you clothed and guarding a naked me, you
would be standing in one spot as surly as if you hadn't found me." She
smiles and parts, giving a final pat to the girl's shoulder and the living
leather that covers her. "And yes, that did mean pretty."
Some shudder comes from the child as she feels that strange puppy licking
sensation across her body, making her wiggle a little under the hug. Even so she can be heard giggling once more hearing Cinnamon's response "Ah ah, but
you forget I'm the spirit of war. I can do a pretty good job at defending,
even if I'm not clothed" The girl hmms "Well at least until I got punished"
Says she in a whining sort of voice, sighing just a tad when the woman goes
to part the hug going to look up at her once more "Oh? Thank goodness I got
something right for once" She grins cheekily before looking to the sides
"Ummm.." Hesitating and doubting herself once more, all confidence having
fled after Cinnammon showing much more of it she bites her lower lip "I
sense..that you have a bigger purpose in this land" The girl closes one eye
suddenly looking suspicious "What is it that you do in this here place
sorceress?"
"Hmmmm. There are a number of ways I could answer that," Cinnamon
replies. "After all," she quirks a smile, "how often is a sorceress direct in her answer?" She allows that to rest between them for a moment's
contemplation. "Perhaps I should give you several answers?" She waves a
hand, indicating their surroundings. "I rather enjoy this parkland," she
explains. "It can be quite beautiful and restful walking its paths. One can
never tell when you might find a rare flower." That comes with a smile for
the girl. "But the interesting thing about parks in Los Angeles--that's the
name of the city around this park--is that while there are fewer wild
animals than you may expect, it has no small share of predators." She holds
out a hand for the girl to take, offering to lead her further along the
path. "Predators of the human sort. Thieves, rapists, murderers, and those
sorts." She doesn't seem too worried about them. And one can no doubt expect
that she would attract quite a bit of attention. "So part of the answer is
that I am searching for fodder. Another part of the answer is that I am
raising an army," she gives the girl a meaningful glance, indicating this is
not something she tells many. "Literally raising... I need breeding stock."
She walks companionably close, the two occasionally brushing against each
other. Each touch, each brush, seems to send a thrill through the leather.
Frowning to take her lost confidence back the girl looks at the woman's
face with bright curious eyes that flicker with some inner fire. Though that initial mistrust soon fades away and gives room to that innocent wonder of
hers, jaw slacking as she takes the hand. Paying close attention to the
things that are said and looking about she stays very quiet at the
explanation taking a deep breath every now and then when flowers and other
comely things are spoken of. She broods a little though when she begins to
hear the topic changing and speaking of predators. "Surely.." The girl
begins "You would know that I am not foreign to such things..being a spirit
of war that is" Says she looking up with slight concern on her eyes "Indeed,
when I first layed eyes on you my lady I could already see the qualities of
a great leader, for I have met many through out the ages..still" The girl
hesitates when she feels her clothing move making her become bashful,
bitting her lower lip at the touching though making no attempt to move away
"What do you mean by breeding stock I wonder? One would think that you would
want strong powerful warriors in your army" Says she looking up "Not
newborns" Of course it would be expected that a spirit of war would suddenly
be interested in topics that deal with battle
"I meant no insult," Cinnamon replies. "But the animal nature of man,
which is often one on one, is a bit different than the concept of war, which deals with tactics, strategy, and armies." She purses her lips. "I suppose
it is a matter of scale, but without being so silly as to regard warfare
with a sense of romanticism, the two feel different." She gives a small
shrug, causing a wave through places lower that would quicken the pulse of
any witnesses so inclined. "I would not consider myself a great leader," she
continues with other topics. "I am simply doing what I do, I suppose." She
chuckles softly, some hidden humor coming to the fore. "I suppose it is
something I was born to do." Eyes fairly twinkle as she glances down to meet
the girl's eyes again. "As for newborns... Well, my children grow very
quickly. Even small, they can be quite useful." She gives a nod to the girl.
. . or perhaps the girl's 'clothing'.
Continued in GameLogs20070829cinnloli
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