<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Ravi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Name</strong>: Dormouse<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Lost<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: <em>Mock.</em><br/><br/><br/>Almost he touched her. Almost. Dori had watched that hand with wide eyes, not trying to avoid but not leaning into it either. His response to mentioning the Hare eased her though, her lower lip trembling as she nodded and sniffled. "He... Cat traded my tears for tea but then... then I... got lost, in my mind and then here. She's gone and I don't know... " The petite girl trailed off, blinking in surprise when he started to rhyme. The stranger called her sweet, and he was rather polite.<br/><br/>But then he was rolling about on the floor so oddly that she couldn't help but stare, her legs loosening from the tight press against her chest as in concern for his thrashing she crept oh so slightly out of her corner. In her uncertainty she forgot that she could very well speak, could have inquired as to what was wrong with him but instead she simply watched until the man got to his feet. <br/><br/>She didn't retreat though, not completely back into the corner, rather tilted her head back to look at him with concern softening her features rather then fear sharpening them. He didn't seem threatening or scary in the least. The bow summoned a blush to sting her cheeks, her teeth to worry her lower lip again feeling not at all like a miss or lady to deserve such a proper introduction. He, Mock, sat again, with such an odd sound and mentioned stories. Host. Stories. No danger. Dori intook a shivering breath and nodded her assent, smoothing her short grey dress over curvy thighs modestly, eyes downcast now in meakness. <br/><br/>"Dormouse. Mouse, that is what Kitty Cat called me... I did not know my name till she gave it but a Cat likes mice, only I am her Mouse, good Mouse.. I think, I hope." She sighed, wistful, yearning, she just wanted her Cat, wanted to be good. But Mock was here and she couldn't be rude, not when he was so nice. She wanted him to stay nice. "Stories? Stories are nice.. what sort do you want to share? I fear I don't know much, everything seems so rather confusing, odd, and.. scary."</span></span><br/>