"Thank you for the help." Tea said with a light smile, he then checked his wound. "Doesn't seem infected." He thought to himself, so he put a light amount upon the scab. It tingled at first, but didn't seem to hurt.

Tea heard some sort of noise outside, then two things hit the ground one after another. After a few moments, Cinnamon was at the door. He got up and approached to the door, "There you go." He said opening it.

Cinnamon ran back inside when Cedric opened the door she just heard the last part of their conversation where Drysl told Tea that everyone was welcome to stay she thought to herself "hmm yeah these people seem decent I think I'll stay for a while." She then turned to Tea and said "Hey you mint? Or leaf? Something like that I can't remember your name sorry, you were asking about me on the trek here. About how come I can talk? Well I didn't want to share because I didn't think I could trust any of you too much… But you all seem alright I guess. So I'll share." She paused and licked out a small feather stuck in her fur that she had missed and then sat on a blanket and thought while purring a little "mmm these are sooo soft." Cinnamon then resumed saying "Ok where to start. Um I guess I'll start with why I don't trust people… I used to be in a circus, and I wasn't treated very well. The circus people would dress me in ugly uncomfortable clothing, and then they'd put me in this little box, where people could pay money to. Poke me with sharp sticks and pull on my tail and it was painful and I couldn't defend myself. When they didn't have me in the box they had me in a pen fighting against small vicious dogs, snakes or other cats the circus called it the Arena Of Alexandria, and people would place bets on which animal would win. These fights never were to the death but some fights came close and I rarely won. One day the circus was attacked by a group of raiders they killed, burned and pillaged, everything. I took this opportunity to flee and I came to this forest  where I've lived for several years." She looked towards Drysl while saying to Tea "I had heard of this old guy, the other animals would speak of him. They called him The Forest, because he's as old as the forest they'd say. I never really listened to most of their conversations about him I always thought they were myths, how could a human live that long? I'd think to myself they never lived much past 80years old." Cinnamon paused then said "Sorry I'm getting sidetracked you wanted to know how I can talk… Well the answer is really I used to be human, well I kinda still am in a way I guess… When I was a little girl, my mother owned a museum, she used to sit and talk about the artifacts and teach me about their origins. She'd talk about the People that made them, and she talk about great battles they waged over them. I loved to hear the tales she'd tell. Then one day several new artifacts came in, I was so excited! I couldn't wait to learn all about them. I ran into the room and watched the men unload the crates and bring them inside, they then opened them up and I could see the beautiful relics. My mother then went outside to the wagon with the men to pay them while I stayed inside and looked at all the beautiful artifacts. I was so excited I ran my hand along a couple feeling the smooth surfaces, then I saw one it was a statue of a black cat with a silver bracelet, I liked this one and wondered at the story behind its origin. I touched the head of the statue, but when I did the room went dark and blurry then the cat statue came alive and it spoke to me angrily. It said Sacrifices of the beast for the man, Sacrifices of the beast for the children, Sacrifices of the little ones for Akir. Then the statue vanished I was confused but then it occurred to me that the room looked bigger and the artifacts were much taller and I thought that's weird, then I noticed the silver bracelet the statue had on was laying on the floor I went to pick it up, but my hand was no longer a hand it was a cat paw. I panicked and looked into one of the ancient mirrors that were on display. I had been turned into a cat. I panicked and tried to call out for help but all that came out was a meow I couldn't talk I was a cat and I was helpless, I ran over to the bracelet and started to examine it to see if I could find a hint as too how I could fix this, but my mother had walked back in and she saw me. She didn't know it was me though she though I was a stray cat that got in her house and she threw me outside. She then Started calling out for me she wanted to show me the new artifacts but I couldn't answer. I couldn't tell her what happend she called and called, then she searched and she couldn't find me after she got scared and she thought the men who brought the artifacts had stolen me. She had the whole village searching for me, the men were found and they had been hung because they were thought to have killed me. But I was never found though I was there the whole time. The helpless girl turned into a cat I watched over my mother for years often she'd cry. Then one year she got very sick and she died. The museum got sold off and I never saw that silver bracelet again. Over the years I retaught myself how to speak the human language, I already understood it and had been able to speak it when I was a human. So it was basically just a matter of learning how to speak it with a cats mouth." Cinnamon stretched out on the blanket and then continue. "After many years of being a cat I got used to it, I got used to eating dead things, killing small animals and licking my butt I learned that the hard way for along time I refused to lick my butt but it resulted in painful rashes from not being clean. Being a cat has many benefits though, I get to listen in on conversations without people realizing it, I can see in the dark, pets feel absolutely amazing, and being able to land safely if you fall from heights is nice too. I don't think if I somehow became human again that it would be very good id have a hard time readjusting to being human, holding me food with hands, the foods would taste strange, having to use lights to see where I'm going at night, all that and many other things would be hard to get used to again. I like being a cat I don't think I want to go back now, it's not like I have anything to go back too. So yeah that's my story." Cinnamon sat and licked her fur and waited to hear what Tea would say.

[OOC Wow Cinnamon that's a massive post, very imaginative and entertainging it made me cry a little, its so sad, good job!]

[OOC: How long did that take for you to write that?]

Tea was fascinated by the tale, but the licking part made him, uncomfortable. "What a story, I don't know what to say…"

He paused for a moment, "So uhh, do you want to hear mine?" He asked, "Then we can reflect or something?" He continued awkardly.

[OOC It took like half an hour and that's including the time I took to read it and prep of read and correct any errors. It's not flawless but I got most of the errors corrected.]
Cinnamon stopped licking her paw and curled up and said "sure I'll hear your story Tea. And then after I think I'll nap."

Cedric burst through the door, exhausted. His clothes was stained with blood, though his wounds have been healed by another person.

"I'm back, just in time too" Cedric said to everyone.

"I need a rest" 

Cedric took off his jacket, mask and hat again. And sat down beside Cinnamon.

[OOC: I hate to say it, but I'm done waiting on Claribel, if you come back and see this. I hard feelings, I just also want to RP]

Pick entered the log house during Cinnamon's back story and sat on a pile of leaves and moss he assumed was a good place to settle down for the night. When the cat finished her tale he shifted his weight a little and removed a twig from beneath him.

"So, why the name Cinnamon?" He asked.

[OOC: yikes! Typo. No hard feelings. Sorry last OOC from me. I know we are trying to stop that]

Tea cleared his throat. "Well, my past isn't quiet as 'unfortunate', I was an orphan at the young of, well maybe days after birth. I was found by a tea plant near my temple in the Bohar plains. It was a single monk who found me, he took me to Master Jiemu the leader of sorts to the temple. The named me Tea due to the strange conditions of my appearance, the monks waited for my parents to retrieve me, but no one came. So the temple took me in as family, taught me the ways of Chi, and Chi in itself is a story. I wasn't exactly accepted at first, they didn't like half-elves, and the children mocked me. I could never understand why, but time grew on and I showed patience with them, except Quantou, nasty little brat he is. They eventually accepted me, I did have to help the temple sometimes, so that helped. But I had one unfortunate problem, I had a hard time learning Chi, after 13 years of training and nothing showed of it. The monks believed I am half High elf, a sub-race of elves that have better talent in magic over Chi, but Jiemu knew I could learn, 'Fall seven times, stand eight.' He would tell me. So Jiemu gave me an opportunity, I could leave the temple and let the world be my temporary master, but I cannot come back until I learn to use the four elements; Fire, Earth, Air, and Water. This is at a basic level of course, I will be taught to master the use of these elements at the temple. So I took the chance, I felt like this was my only chance. So a small ceremony was held, giving scrolls, provisions, and my bo staff. After two years of training in the mountains south of us, I was able to finally use fire through my Chi. And after another two years I do this consistently, cause for awhile it was it was only smoke. I was a little too anxious though and return too early, one thing lead to another, that lead to another," He turned looking at Pick outside with a grumpy face, then his gaze fell upon Cinnamon again, "which leads to where we are now. During my travels though, I found out why half-elves are unappreciated. Elves and Humanity only tolerate one another, but the commune of both people can be seen as outlandish or blasphemous. One would say I'm an abomination, a sin. The temple was kind because that was their way, but people of the city aren't bound to such rules, now Adeluna did not harm me in the traditional sense. Much like yours, it was emotional, I almost hated what I was, I couldn't blame the people though, but I shouldn't blame myself or my parents. I needed time to take these experiences and meditate on them, I think the sense of wrath and ferocity drove to me tap to fire. I finally understood fire, it was made to destroy, but also to restart, by burning out the weak and draining weeds, the bountiful plants can bear fruit and vegetables." Tea cleared his throat again, it was dry from talking for so long, he poured some mushroom tea, "That is my past, anything you'd like to ask?" He took a sip of the tea, then gave a disgusted face, "Ugh, taste like dirty water." Tea exclaimed.