[ Cinnamon has been slowly trekking through a bit of the forest — at a lazy pace, really. She saw a good few others go in, and she'd rather have someone to follow. Unfortunately, she lost them rather quickly, and has ended up on her own, within some looping scenery. She walks past the same tree for what feels like a dozen times, noting its unique pattern and holes in its trunk, proving it's itself time and time again.
But she oddly ... doesn't care much. There's a small part of her that's confused, deep down, but mostly, she remains the same — emotionless and walking through. One of these times she's bound to get out, right?
Okay, not right. And now she's gotten strangely bored and tired of this, so ... it's time to sit down against that tree and fall asleep. Maybe it'll solve itself when she wakes up.
So whoever you are, whenever you enter this little scenery loop with her, maybe watch out not to trip over her. ]
ii;
[ Suddenly, it's cold. So cold, in fact, that a blizzard starts up seconds later. And a bad one, at that — the snow filling the air mercilessly, making it difficult to see and difficult to ... feel warm, at all. Which isn't really a welcome feeling considering Cinnamon isn't entirely fond of the cold. But her only chance here is to try to keep moving so she can get out of the snow, no matter how difficult that is. ]
... I hate the cold.
[ She mumbles that to herself, just moments before she bumps right into someone else who's unfortunate enough to be stuck in this sudden blizzard. Good, because she was starting to get really tired of trying to move through this thing on her own. ]
iii;
[ Well, this is ... unfortunate. Cinnamon, and one other lucky soul, is now trapped within one of her memories. It's one of her past, as a child — when she was only around maybe seven years old. And she's ... happy, a bit more energetic. A stark contrast to how she is now. The Cinnamon of the past has many scholars surrounding her, within what appears to be a research lab, praising her endlessly as she shows off the way she can use magic to move a wooden cube around a table. She's a prodigy — she's created her own original magic, and it's completely blown everyone away.
But the Cinnamon of today merely stands there, quiet as ever and watching the scene, before she turns away to try and open a door to get out. But the door only has a wall behind it. Welp. ]
... I don't understand.
[ Like, at all. She's practically ignored her partner here, though. ]
iv;
[ The people of Olympia and Wyver are now trying to get people to choose a side, showing off their super cool monsters and coming up to people to suggest they try riding one.
Cinnamon doesn't seem particularly interested in either, as she stares at both stalls. The truth is, she's definitely a little interested in them ... but she doesn't show it. Mostly she's just interested in watching the scene, not having the energy to really get involved. Which is why when one of Wyver's representatives comes over to offer her a ride on one of their kickass flying serpents, her response is just: ]
... No.
[ ... That's seen as a strange response, as the man trying to sell her on it just stops in his tracks, having not expected such a blunt rejection. Maybe you think so, too? Or maybe you're on her side? ]
wildcard;
[ Feel free to come at me with something else, perhaps another memory of your own or something, or contact me at dyingmoon if you wanna talk something out! ]
cinnamon | rune factory frontier
[ Cinnamon has been slowly trekking through a bit of the forest — at a lazy pace, really. She saw a good few others go in, and she'd rather have someone to follow. Unfortunately, she lost them rather quickly, and has ended up on her own, within some looping scenery. She walks past the same tree for what feels like a dozen times, noting its unique pattern and holes in its trunk, proving it's itself time and time again.
But she oddly ... doesn't care much. There's a small part of her that's confused, deep down, but mostly, she remains the same — emotionless and walking through. One of these times she's bound to get out, right?
Okay, not right. And now she's gotten strangely bored and tired of this, so ... it's time to sit down against that tree and fall asleep. Maybe it'll solve itself when she wakes up.
So whoever you are, whenever you enter this little scenery loop with her, maybe watch out not to trip over her. ]
ii;
[ Suddenly, it's cold. So cold, in fact, that a blizzard starts up seconds later. And a bad one, at that — the snow filling the air mercilessly, making it difficult to see and difficult to ... feel warm, at all. Which isn't really a welcome feeling considering Cinnamon isn't entirely fond of the cold. But her only chance here is to try to keep moving so she can get out of the snow, no matter how difficult that is. ]
... I hate the cold.
[ She mumbles that to herself, just moments before she bumps right into someone else who's unfortunate enough to be stuck in this sudden blizzard. Good, because she was starting to get really tired of trying to move through this thing on her own. ]
iii;
[ Well, this is ... unfortunate. Cinnamon, and one other lucky soul, is now trapped within one of her memories. It's one of her past, as a child — when she was only around maybe seven years old. And she's ... happy, a bit more energetic. A stark contrast to how she is now. The Cinnamon of the past has many scholars surrounding her, within what appears to be a research lab, praising her endlessly as she shows off the way she can use magic to move a wooden cube around a table. She's a prodigy — she's created her own original magic, and it's completely blown everyone away.
But the Cinnamon of today merely stands there, quiet as ever and watching the scene, before she turns away to try and open a door to get out. But the door only has a wall behind it. Welp. ]
... I don't understand.
[ Like, at all. She's practically ignored her partner here, though. ]
iv;
[ The people of Olympia and Wyver are now trying to get people to choose a side, showing off their super cool monsters and coming up to people to suggest they try riding one.
Cinnamon doesn't seem particularly interested in either, as she stares at both stalls. The truth is, she's definitely a little interested in them ... but she doesn't show it. Mostly she's just interested in watching the scene, not having the energy to really get involved. Which is why when one of Wyver's representatives comes over to offer her a ride on one of their kickass flying serpents, her response is just: ]
... No.
[ ... That's seen as a strange response, as the man trying to sell her on it just stops in his tracks, having not expected such a blunt rejection. Maybe you think so, too? Or maybe you're on her side? ]
wildcard;
[ Feel free to come at me with something else, perhaps another memory of your own or something, or contact me at