Maoltuile would stop in a forest clearing, and take a seat on a smooth rock, looking up at the sky. "So... Cinnamon, I know I forgot to ask you this; But do you know your parents at all? You seemed so happy to come along with me, but don't you think they'd miss you at all?" His voice concerned, as he lets out a long sigh from the walk.
Cinnamon pauses for a moment, not really certain if he was asking about her humans or? The young darkrai peers over into his face as she sits up in his collar. A concerned look crosses her face before she glances up at the sky as well. She only knew her humans and no other… So perhaps?
“Cinnamon’s humans probably miss her but they’ll do fine without her for awhile.” She chirps as she gives him a bright, childish smile.